I think as we sat there chatting with Counsel before our turn in Ct 6, it didn't hit him that these were 2 people going to take 'the plunge', like all the other glum couples trying not to maintain eye contact. I was smiling but I still felt like planting a fist into his face for no apparent reason.
I think as we were herded into the plush Justice's Lair and sat there gazing upon the other Statistics taking their oaths of truth and affirming their desire to say
adios , it suddenly dawned upon us that this was our own
sayonara of sorts. And when I whispered
how da hell did we ever end up here, I meant every word.
I think at the end of my
kopi-peng and your
milo-peng, outside in the sweltering Friday the 13th humidity, the lumps in our throats didn't come from accidentally swallowing some ice. Well I could have swallowed my ciggarette and it wouldn't have mattered.
I think I am going to miss you.
And I think its too late.
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