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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

the good side I am trying to remember

He was supportive of my ambitions.
He understood that I had to work in close proximity with my ex-boyfriend.
He supported me financially where he could.
He brought me to nice places to dine and holiday in.
Also bought me the Ferragamo bag I love.
His parents accepted me as part of the family.
He washed the dishes and tried to help me with laundry.
He fixed my lightbulbs and other handymen type of household affairs.
He was my IT man.
He was clean, didn't snore much and had very little vices.
My parents liked him while it lasted.

I guess they all had their good side. So here is C's, just to be fair. But I really don't mind losing him at all, anymore.