Ours is not something for the books---it's a pretty simple story: boy was in love, girl stole boy, they got married, they produced a wonderful progeny, yadda, yadda, yadda. Others won't find it particularly awesome or spectacular or fabulous. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that we're the only ones who think so. But in the face of hardship, in every bit of happiness, in every moment that brings a teardrop, a laughline, a gray hair, or a wrinkle, his is the hand I want to hold (and mine his, I hope).
I'm so honored to make it in PseudoShirnk blog! Thanks :-)
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ReplyDeleteNow, Diong, you're being funny!
ReplyDeleteIt's me who should thank you.