you got the love

you and i, we once had an ice stand-off that summery night at the botanical gardens. bare feet on ice, we huddled together (and i clutched a can of beer), seeing who could outlast the other and withstand the freeze of the ice for longer

in the end you called a truce.. in my mind i thought i won, but then again you will always be the champion



if rugby is the game made in heaven, then i must believe that the frog is right, that tu es au paradis

goodbye. we miss you.