Fri 20th February 2015

It's Donna's birthday. I am a bit tired and emotional and I keep repeating a song that we danced to last year and which moves me to --- at least having to wipe my eyes.

From: looby
To: Donna
Subject: I know...
Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2015 20:18:10

...that this is a very sloppy thing to say, but using the flimsy excuse that it's your birthday I'll say it and then get my coat.
This, in my mind, was your song. Had things been different, I would have done anything in my power to make you my girlfriend and would have bent over backwards to make myself similarly attractive to you. I miss you from time to time. As someone who hasn't ever experienced what other people call love, I had the most delicious taste with you of knowing what that might mean. The incredible sex helped, too.

But it was just a brief time and it's easy to over-project. It's easy to view a putative future favourably when we didn't have enough time to get on each other's nerves.

Nonetheless, it is still true that you are a special and unforgettable person who affected me in ways I didn't think possible.
Happy birthday X

6 comments

Comment from: [Member]

very sweet. i’d be surprised if you don’t get a response…

Sat 21st February 2015 @ 16:05

Comment from: [Member]

Not sure… sometimes honesty isn’t the best policy. It was a lovely time but I shouldn’t keep pestering her with my memories of it.

Sat 21st February 2015 @ 16:33

Comment from: furtheron [Visitor]

You soppy old romantic you…

Sun 22nd February 2015 @ 10:17

Comment from: [Member]

Wish I’d never said it now. She deserves to be left alone.

Sun 22nd February 2015 @ 23:02

Comment from: Exile on Pain Street [Visitor]

Graham made me laugh. He’s right. You are an old softie after all. What about now? Any response yet?

Mon 23rd February 2015 @ 11:57

Comment from: [Member]

No, nothing, which is how it should be.

Mon 23rd February 2015 @ 12:04

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