Sunday, September 30, 2007

They were wrong...

Everyone told me that after three months the nausea would go away. Four months later and I still hug the toilet bowl when a memory of her pops up.

Over dinner my Dad told me that for Succoth, the Jewish holiday, my cousins went rowing in Central Park. I had to excuse myself, as I almost started crying at the table. The pond in Central Park was where I was going to propose to her.

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