She’s funny, sharp, intriguing, a right laugh to be with and… she’s hot. Hotter than the fiery moon. I was totally lost for words when I saw her walking down the street – thankfully she was too, so it gave me a chance to try and explain. The poor girl was shell shocked, but I don’t blame her, still feel that way myself.
I took her out that night and over a wine or two we had some laughs, some tears and… she actually seemed to be ok with everything. She took a sickie and we spent yesterday together too. The more she talked the more familiar she started to feel, like we really had known each other for ages. I guess meeting her and seeing the photos of our time together kind of feels like getting my memory back. I’ll never know exactly what happened but at least I can take up where I left off – nothing disastrous, nothing ruined, nothing really lost.
Cheesy, but reunited at last…
I’ve learnt my lesson the hard way, but you can make life a lot easier. If you don’t wanna lose phone numbers, photos, texts and the rest of your life in a field, on the back seat of a bus, in a club or a ditch, might be worth keeping everything safe here: Bluebook
