Re: Love
There was one guy ,he just wouldnt take no for an answer, he wrote a song and sang at my window, he turned up on christmas day with a gold cracker insisted I pull it and a small red box from a jeweller dropped out
I refused to open it and in the end I got my mum to get rid of him it was awful but I really didnt like him and the attention made me feel hounded. ( i was only 15 )
My first love was a man with curly black hair and blue eyes that turned green when he was angry, he had muscles on muscles and looked a bit like a gypsy or a greek god..
Now he is bald and a bit short sighted but he is still the love of my life.