papat

bloody hell

it's one thing to go out for a pint with your pals and expect to go home happy done nothing more than that, but then from out of nowhere she just suddenly appears and enchants me with her charms. We talk and drink and laugh and sneak little kisses ...but then as suddenly as she appeared, so too she is gone. I could have been just so content with the night as it was, but now those pangs of loneliness grip me with a cold hand. Though she and I have a sort of unspoken agreement, for whatever reason tonight, it hurts just the same ...those scarlet dreads, Irish eyes and that mischievous smile , how did they ever take a liking to me? On any other night I'd be happy to have the bed to myself.

bloody hell, indeed.