She asked "What are you waiting for?".
"The day you have a husband and two kids and in time forget me", said he.
"What then?"
"Then?" he chuckled, "I will wait for the day that I grow old and wrinkly, clutching tight a weak bowel and wrestling partial amnesia; the day that I forget that you have a husband and two kids."
Monday, 6 April 2015
Forgetting and Loving...
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