I don't remember last night that well. I remember waking up in my bed, wering nothing...that's not right. I have a splitting headache and there's a mans clothing all over my bedroom. -FUCK! I slept with another random...but, my eyes were caught 의해 the cane...FUCK! I slept with House.
He was in the 샤워 whe I woke, so I got into my 옷, 가운 and made my way to my kitchen. I got myself a couple of peices of 토스트 and spread 잼 all over them. It was then that I heard the familliar limp coming from my hallway, I looked up and his tall form came into view.
"Hey Partypants," he said smiling at me as if I'd done something really stupid that night.
"Umm...hi?" I replied, obviously confused.
"You don't remember, do you?" he said, signalling the the clothes all over floor and the multipule empty bottles of 보드카 and wine alol over the table.
"Fuck me," I muttered to myself, but House must've heard.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?"
"What?" I had now reached to get some paraceatamol from in my cupboard to cure my headache.
"You said 'fuck me' so I replied-"
"I know what 당신 replied!"
"Admit it, 당신 enjoyed it,"
"How could I have possibly enjoyed it when I don't even remember it 'cause I was that drunk?"
"Sorry, Lise,"
"WHAT!?" I was anngry but was confused as to why he had used Lise instead of Lisa 또는 Cuddy.
"I'm not trying to upset 당신 here,"
"No, it's not that, I'm just confused as to why 당신 called me Lise, I mean 당신 don't even use my first name!"
He inched closer to me. My insides melted at his closeness, he looked so sexy-I couldn't resist! His hands wrapped around my waist and my hands started pulling his face closer to mine. My lips were waiting for that longing kiss...............
then.............................................
I woke from my dream...
DAMMIT!
He was in the 샤워 whe I woke, so I got into my 옷, 가운 and made my way to my kitchen. I got myself a couple of peices of 토스트 and spread 잼 all over them. It was then that I heard the familliar limp coming from my hallway, I looked up and his tall form came into view.
"Hey Partypants," he said smiling at me as if I'd done something really stupid that night.
"Umm...hi?" I replied, obviously confused.
"You don't remember, do you?" he said, signalling the the clothes all over floor and the multipule empty bottles of 보드카 and wine alol over the table.
"Fuck me," I muttered to myself, but House must've heard.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?"
"What?" I had now reached to get some paraceatamol from in my cupboard to cure my headache.
"You said 'fuck me' so I replied-"
"I know what 당신 replied!"
"Admit it, 당신 enjoyed it,"
"How could I have possibly enjoyed it when I don't even remember it 'cause I was that drunk?"
"Sorry, Lise,"
"WHAT!?" I was anngry but was confused as to why he had used Lise instead of Lisa 또는 Cuddy.
"I'm not trying to upset 당신 here,"
"No, it's not that, I'm just confused as to why 당신 called me Lise, I mean 당신 don't even use my first name!"
He inched closer to me. My insides melted at his closeness, he looked so sexy-I couldn't resist! His hands wrapped around my waist and my hands started pulling his face closer to mine. My lips were waiting for that longing kiss...............
then.............................................
I woke from my dream...
DAMMIT!
When does 사랑 become something we need, rather than something we want? 사랑 was seen as something special a long time ago. Now 사랑 is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. 사랑 is common currency when 당신 are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older 당신 get. Do we not care about the substance of what 사랑 was and not what it has been made into today 의해 commercialisation from American 영화 and 텔레비전 commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience 사랑 for real, can we 코멘트 and judge others who are in Love. 사랑 means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of 사랑 is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? 사랑 is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.