Moments
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“Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.”
That’s what she told me. Funny that, because when she told me this I had no idea what she was talking about. I waved it away like it meant nothing; like she was only telling me this because she liked the quote or something of the likes. She never seemed to mind when I humoured her, pretending that I thought it was a lovely quote when all I really cared about was getting to the restraunt that we were heading to for dinner on time. She just smiled that heavenly smile and turned to look out of the car window when I said “Oh right. That’s nice.”
On the subject of “dinner”, we had a wonderful time that night. We made a reservation in a posh restraunt in London and we ordered the most expensive things on the menu. We sat and pretended to be posh and up market all night, putting on ridiculous “posh” accents when speaking to the waiter. We got slightly drunk on the complimentary champagne and ended up getting kicked out of the restraunt before desert. Of course, that never mattered to us as we were completely steaming. I picture her in the dress that she wore that night. It was red, and it flowed down to the ground. The neck line plummeted right down and it showed off her assets perfectly. To be brutally honest I was talking to her chest for most of the night, but she never seemed to mind too much as she just laughed it off or made a rude remark on how “uncouth” I was. I wore my best suit, but I daren’t wear a shirt. I’m not a shirt man at all. Instead I wore my favourite striped white and red t-shirt under the blazer. She loved it, and that was all that mattered to me.
Before long that shirt was in a heap on the floor, and so was that beautiful red dress. They definitely looked so much better on the floor. Sometimes I forget the sensation of feeling her body under mines, but I try extremely hard not to let it go.
Of course, all of this celebrating wasn’t a lost cause. We were celebrating the formation of my band “One Direction”, oh and my first pay cheque. I auditioned for the X Factor and never got through to the judges houses. I was completely devastated because I really felt like I had a chance, but at the last minute the judges called me and four other guys back, declaring that we were now a band, and that we were going through to the judges houses. It was one of the best days of my life, and back then I believed that the days were going to just keep getting better and better.
Sometimes I lie awake in bed at night and dream of the day when I can do all of that again with her. I’m pretty busy all of the time now but my main priority will always be her. I dream of the day when I can finally touch her again; feel her body against mines; hear her beautiful voice call my name.
But there’s only one problem: she’s dead. My girlfriend is dead.
That’s what she told me. Funny that, because when she told me this I had no idea what she was talking about. I waved it away like it meant nothing; like she was only telling me this because she liked the quote or something of the likes. She never seemed to mind when I humoured her, pretending that I thought it was a lovely quote when all I really cared about was getting to the restraunt that we were heading to for dinner on time. She just smiled that heavenly smile and turned to look out of the car window when I said “Oh right. That’s nice.”
On the subject of “dinner”, we had a wonderful time that night. We made a reservation in a posh restraunt in London and we ordered the most expensive things on the menu. We sat and pretended to be posh and up market all night, putting on ridiculous “posh” accents when speaking to the waiter. We got slightly drunk on the complimentary champagne and ended up getting kicked out of the restraunt before desert. Of course, that never mattered to us as we were completely steaming. I picture her in the dress that she wore that night. It was red, and it flowed down to the ground. The neck line plummeted right down and it showed off her assets perfectly. To be brutally honest I was talking to her chest for most of the night, but she never seemed to mind too much as she just laughed it off or made a rude remark on how “uncouth” I was. I wore my best suit, but I daren’t wear a shirt. I’m not a shirt man at all. Instead I wore my favourite striped white and red t-shirt under the blazer. She loved it, and that was all that mattered to me.
Before long that shirt was in a heap on the floor, and so was that beautiful red dress. They definitely looked so much better on the floor. Sometimes I forget the sensation of feeling her body under mines, but I try extremely hard not to let it go.
Of course, all of this celebrating wasn’t a lost cause. We were celebrating the formation of my band “One Direction”, oh and my first pay cheque. I auditioned for the X Factor and never got through to the judges houses. I was completely devastated because I really felt like I had a chance, but at the last minute the judges called me and four other guys back, declaring that we were now a band, and that we were going through to the judges houses. It was one of the best days of my life, and back then I believed that the days were going to just keep getting better and better.
Sometimes I lie awake in bed at night and dream of the day when I can do all of that again with her. I’m pretty busy all of the time now but my main priority will always be her. I dream of the day when I can finally touch her again; feel her body against mines; hear her beautiful voice call my name.
But there’s only one problem: she’s dead. My girlfriend is dead.