Seven stage of meals

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Stage 1 – The first contact

 

We’ve seen each other for the first time during brunch...

Her eyes of coal drew me in, like water to sponge

I wasn’t planning on meeting someone like her

It’s so pathetic to see what guys would do for the right girl

I joked and rhymed and made her laughed in succession

All I remember was that I think I left a good impression

 

Stage 2 – The chasing of the wind

 

At lunch, I would take note of her favorite food

To let her see I am going to be her special dude

For all I want to know is about her and her art

For all I want is to hang out and never part

And every time I see her …. She just simply stole my heart

Some would say that this is the sweetest part

 

Stage 3- Honeymoon  

 

This is the time when we were officially a couple

Afternoon teas, passionate and long cuddle

Every joke she says I would give chuckle

I’m in love and I am truly humbled

 

Stage 4 – Comfort zone

 

We begin to be more at ease with each other

I’ve even met her mom and her younger brother

We would always cook dinners at home together.

Getting too comfortable with one another  

 

Stage 5 – Limit break of tolerance

 

All our bad habits were shown when we moved together

Your little gestures and my need for supper

The quarrels and fights boils up our blood pressures

It’s getting hard to imagine that once we were more then lovers  

We fight and we patch up over again

Repeat this cycle and the relationship strains

 

Stage 6 – Downward spiral 

I started working late until the wee morning

And perhaps we were past our final warning

The effort to try is not worth it anymore

When we start to ignore each other phone call  

I ate my breakfast alone as you stomp out the door

We don’t know what we can restore

We can’t even remember what we argued about

All I know deep down is that …. We both want out

 

Stage 7 – Letting go  

We did end on a neutral terms and start to walk our own paths

No longer shall we to face each other’s wrath.

From brunches to lunches, afternoon teas, dinners and breakfasts with her

I learnt my lesson; I shall only drink liquor 

Foreword

An old story/poem I wrote

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