I can't love you enough
I can't love you too much
It always hurt when you break my heart
Yet you do so again and again
Why can't I let go
Why can't you let go
I don't want to hurt one more time
I feel like a fool in love
Friday, August 15, 2008
I work in a bakery operated by a couple of gay men. Their business is blessed with a very good Pastry Chef, and a Cake Designer. The Cake Designer is gay, a little on the effeminate side, and we have slowly become good friends.
His name is ET. I like talking with him sometimes, because he sees the lighter side of life, and ends up being the ying to my sometimes yang life.
Yesterday, I was really busy running errands for the company. I was also supposed to buy lunch, but my errands held me up, and lunch was delivered late. So ET comes running to me, in a frenzy, with his face all screwed.
"Oh my God. You are so late with the lunch!" He exclaims.
"I am so hungry, I can almost eat you up but I don't what sauce to cook you in!"
His name is ET. I like talking with him sometimes, because he sees the lighter side of life, and ends up being the ying to my sometimes yang life.
Yesterday, I was really busy running errands for the company. I was also supposed to buy lunch, but my errands held me up, and lunch was delivered late. So ET comes running to me, in a frenzy, with his face all screwed.
"Oh my God. You are so late with the lunch!" He exclaims.
"I am so hungry, I can almost eat you up but I don't what sauce to cook you in!"
