Half a pizza and her umbrella.
Originally from my old Multiply blog. A hopeless romantic's amateurish ode to a lost love, written when I fell head over heels for someone. I rediscovered it in my Blogger drafts lately and got a pretty good laugh out of it -- mostly because I sounded so foolishly in love back then. Posting it here so you can laugh along, too. I won't mind, I promise. Modified from the original text. Because, you know, we'd only just revisited the Subject/Verb Agreement rules in English class when this was first written. Trust me, that older version was horrible. (September 1, 2008, 8:57 PM PHT) I was afraid of waking up today, yet I did. I was afraid of many other things when I did wake up: afraid of how today will turn out, afraid of how she'll respond, afraid of her not showing up, afraid of her going away... As I restlessly waited for her in the middle of a sea of people, my train of thought was headed for a crash. What if she changed her mind? ...