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04/11/12(Wed)08:36 No.1194617>>1194568
Trigger Warning: I'm a sadistic bastard
I'd ask her out on a date. I'm taking the long term game here, you see. I'd ask her out on a date, and I'd be as gentlemanly as I could be. I'd leave her on her doorstep with a kiss on the nose and a promise to write to her later. Soon afterwards, we'd go on a second date, and then a third, and a fourth, and then we'd stop counting. Eventually, I'd move in with her, or she'd move in with me, or maybe we could get our own place completely different. Anyway, the important thing is that I'd have constant access to her all the time. And I'd use that to make her the happiest mare in the world, I'd be the perfect man just for her. I'd woo her, take her to everywhere she'd like to go and do all the things she enjoyed doing. Eventually, I'd pop the question - will she marry me? When the day came, we'd be wed, and we'd start our new life together. Years would pass, our love never dwindling or dying, until we were both old and frail. One day, I'd wake up, and she wouldn't. I'd cradle her in my arms and weep for all the things I'd lost, while never forgetting all the good times we had. I'd openly cry at the knowledge I'd never see her smiling face again, but I'd always console myself with the knowledge that she died peacefully and happy. |
