if only

If I was gorgeous and he were taller and a sad gravelly song about love was being crooned in the background, our public fight on Granville at Robson could have been right out of a movie.

As it is, he is of average height and I am merely plain and our only soundtrack was the noise of a busy city failing to come to a halt at our emotions.

Whether this story has a Hollywood ending, though, remains to be seen.

I hate this shit.

2 thoughts on “if only

  1. I made cookies. I planned to eat them all myself in one sitting, but I will fax you some if you have a fax machine. Hang in there.

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