The enemy
As I shared with my soul mate, the warmth and the romantic glow of the sturdy marbled fireplace, inhaling and luxuriate towards the pleasant scent discharged from her exquisite body, I vaguely recall the ironic story of how love developed between us. The story of a young male lawyer discovering his true love with his sworn enemy. It began at a cafe; "Starbucks" located in the busy heart of Sydney. In the misty early mornings of winter when all one want is a quite intimate time with his decaffeinated cappuccino with lots of chocolate powder on top and sometimes maybe a scone. As I approached the polished and spruced up counter of this famous cafe, I collided with a young lady in the queue, causing me to loose the race for the last warm creamy strawberry jam scone, from that second on; she was my sworn enemy. I didn't know her name, nor did I know what she did, but in my vocabulary, "one who made me loose a scone from Starbucks is definitely an evil human". After enjoying just the delightful double decaffeinated cappuccino while catching up on the latest news with The Herald, I was due for work. Entering the law firm fresh as a daisy, my merriment was overshadowed by one demonic person, you guessed it, it was "the lady you caused
Feeling very pleased and relaxed, I even offered Kimberly a lift to the Court House. It's been a few years since our marriage, and life has been excellent, but whenever I reminiscent, I would never expect to love someone, and especially not someone who's "the enemy. Although it wasn't a big matter, but as we approached my car, Kimberly's clumsiness caused my temper to finally burst. Hoping not to bump into Kimberly again, I caught up with The Herald. Arriving at the office, I saw Kimberly preparing for today's case. All I heard from Kimberly was a faint squeak; she was paralyzed stood gazing at the wound inflected on my car. Arriving at the shops, we entered Coles, where she picked up several daily needs and microwave-able cuisine, upon wondering around, I also brought several junk food on impulse. "Kimberly, there's something I need you to know. After the scrumptious breakfast, I approached my car, seeing the scratch marks pierced my heart like the devil's pitchfork. And at that spilt second, I realised what true love is. As we were approaching my month old Porsche 911 Turbo, Kimberly somehow managed to lose control of the faulty metal supermarket trolley causing it to scrap along an entire side of my car. Deciding her search as fruitless, and although irritated, I settled the money problem with my trusty MasterCard. The beginning of a new day is the beginning of a new love.
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