All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream- Edgar Allan Poe
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Do you remember?
Do you remember, like I do? Those days. Those long days, where itseemed like the generous sun would never set on backdrops of Venice and Paris and Barcelona. Those days of pavement cafes and of ice cream - real ice cream - and of walks through streets whose proud buildings whispered hundreds of years of history in delicate, beautiful voices.
Do you remember Europe? Do you remember the crisp night air and stoic gas lamps, which seemed more than a world away from the merciless neon squabblings of home? Those bridges, passing intrepidly but surely over rivers that had known their cities since time immemorial. Do you remember that night upon Pont Neuf where we defied the scrutiny of the Seine and made love for the first time?
Do you remember? I do. I remember your arms. Back then, I thought they would hold me forever. They seemed so sure. I never felt colder than I did the day that they let go.
I promised myself I wouldn't miss you. And I tried. I really tried. For days and weeks and months and lonely, heartbreaking years I tried. But I failed. And I regret that my weakness will cause you so much trouble. There is nothing else I can do...
*The light in the room glints off a metal object, clasped in the speaker's right hand*
...but to make you mine forever.
*Fade to black*
*eyes peer in at you through the window, but when you look, they abruptly disappear*
Your stalk shall be done by Kirby!
Sheila answers the door to her house and finds a small pink..thing stood there, ''Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!'' It screams.
''uh, Hello,'' Shiela says to the thing which responds by opening it's mouth and pointing at the hole.
''You want food?'' It did not respond, Shila decidd to get it some ood and turned for the kitchen but as soon as she turned she felt her sel being pulled backwards towards the pink thing. Soon it had ate her, inside it there was blackness and it stayed that way for several hours till somethings began appearing.
Small cratures with parasols in waste coats watching her with a blank impression on their faces..
Ah, but if you do that I wont get to make fun of the current avatar's grey skin.
Ooh so Mizure is here. Ooh, pretty.