oh that wonderful thing called love...(sigh)
I met this guy, six years ago and fell in love (no, actually, we didn't fall in love,we grew into love). Am now engaged to the fool and yet I still have this nagging feeling that the bastard has no idea the kind of jewel he has...
You see,am turning twenty-two in march (hurray!!!) and he's turning forty in april. He has no idea how much I must love him to still be with him for six years despite the temptations arising from being a young,beautiful and smart university student,especially in the journalism arena...
somebody pliz communicate with him,tell him that he needs to up his game now or forever hold his peace when i decide to up and leave his sorry (but oh soo cute) ass!!
