Took her to a concert. Basically, sweet-talked her into it by mentioning corporate catering. That hooked her. She didn't pay attention to music too much, just tucked into whatever she felt like and savoured it with a childish grin and awe over her face. From time to time, I glanced at her; quietly and patiently, not to woo her, not to try breaking her, just to paint a mental picture of her beauty, of the way she smiles, talks, moves. I guess she might have noticed a glimpse of sadness, yet that might have been it — if it even was. No pathetic mess, no clingy desperate ex.
She was enjoying chocolate fondue with strawberries — and that's how I'll remember her in the months to come.
Yeah, and Hotel California is still great.
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eagles in prague... why am i in chicago?!
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