Our Love Story
You are That Guy
Inspired by Mr Brown who was inspired by Mercer Machine
who inspired a whole lot of bloggers.
You are the boy who spent your school fees on $10 worth
of chicken wings thereupon getting a spanking from your
mother.
You are the boy who grew up to play games every week
with fellow boys.
You are the boy who got a Playstation 2 as an engagement
present.
You are the boy who would eat like a boy if you lived
alone, living on potato chips and Pepsi.
You are the boy who would like it very much if he didn't
have to grow up.
But you are a boy who is also a guy.
You are that guy that she met at the pre-departure talk,
who insulted her baby blue mobile phone in an attempt
to get her phone number.
You are the guy that commented on how she stood like
a dancer with her feet turned flat out.
You are that guy that apparently dedicated music to her
over the radio and staked out the uni just hoping you
catched a glimpse of her.
You are the guy that got lucky when you bumped into her
at the traffic just outside uni on the first day of school.
You are the guy that repeated her phone number all the
way home just in case you forgot it and missed the chance
again.
You are the guy that she out ate on your first date.
You are the guy that had to bear all the crap when she
couldn't decide who she liked better, you or some other
guy back home.
You are the guy that won her heart by buying her gummi
bears and walking her home from ballet in the cold.
You are the guy that she impressed by eating through
half a bucket of fried chicken and then sat back and asked
what's for desert.
You are the guy that had to be taught what relationships
were and in turn taught her how to work hard in a relationship.
You are the guy that put your thesis on the back burner
while she wigged out about her own thesis through the
year.
You are the guy who proposed to her on the plane back
to Melbourne and made her dizzy.
You are the guy that wanted to wear Bata shoes to the
wedding and refused to be put into ill-fitting Kenneth
Coles.
You are the one who got up there during your wedding
and sang to your bride.
You are the guy that endured the pillows hurled at you
in her sleep.
You are the guy who will go out there and look for yak's
milk from Yemen if she ever demanded it.
You are the guy that buys her flowers and burns her cds
just to make her smile.
You are the guy that believes, trusts and prays even
when she has given up hope.
You are the guy of her dreams and her greatest fear is
to live without you.
Who are you? You are that guy and I am that girl.
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