CHAPTER 5
Months fly by and we are so happy.
I race home every day after work to be with Cindy. We must call each other at
least ten times a day. We are in love, and every moment together is an
exploration of how wonderful life can be. We are growing up together, that’s
how I think of our love, and I believe my darling Cindy feels the same way. I
look forward to the warm embrace I get when I come home.
I’m constantly planning little
surprises to make Cindy happy. I never had any one to care about before. One
day I will bring her flowers. Another day a new blouse I buy off the rack from
a corner peddler. I think I have terrible taste, I love vertical stripes and
the color purple is my favorite, but Cindy never says anything. I guess she
just appreciates that I’m thinking of her. Took me two months of yellow daisies
to find out she doesn’t like daises and doesn’t like yellow. It’s a good thing
I’m a writer and not a graphic designer.
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