January 1st
January 1st
You know, I've never really been one for diaries. I know that some people use them as a collection of their thoughts but how forgetful can one person be. I mean, surely there are some things that I would not want to remember and there are other things that I will hopefully forget but if keeping a diary means that much to her then I'll take a stab at it. It isn't a completely trivial idea by any means. Right now I am sitting on the sofa in Brdiget's flat trying to figure out how to piece my life back together.
I had been on a flight to America and had been preparing myself to take life to a more rigorous and competitive level and then I had decided to just…well blast it all, I decided to try again for love. I decided to try again for Bridget. I won't mind you calling me stupid about this, I do have to admit that I am very foolish at times but I have my references and I can hopefully get in touch with the office and have them designate me somewhere else.
Bridget is preparing something though she has asked for my collaboration today. String soup is something that a person only wishes to taste once in their life. Well, I should go check on her. Hopefully this relationship is worth it. No. Even if this relationship only lasts one day it will be worth it.
After all, what type of British girl doesn't want to visit America at least once in their life.