What I was thinking when I first met Tom

"You can't live forever, you can't live forever, you can't…" that's the only thing in my mind when I recall the day I first met Tom. He was the kind of man that I had been dreaming about meeting and I couldn't believe that he was sitting right in front of me. He was wearing a classic dark blue suit that fits him perfectly. "Must be a tailored suit, look at the quality of the cloth, I bet it is the latest style that I saw in the magazine last week", I mumbled. I tried to pretend that I was looking at the advertisement behind him while I peeped his clothing. Oh my God, his shoes are stunning, the shining leather, the elegant style, they must be imported from Italy! Oh, I could just hear the tap-tap sound when he walks through the polished, marble tile of the house, he must own a marvelous house! I am the luckiest person in the world.

Oh I wish I am married to this man, that way I don’t have to return to that ashy place to live with George, that place is disgusting, and I am fed up with the trashes and ashes around the house.

When he got me into the taxi I was so excited that I thought we were on a subway train. He was the nicest person in the world and then…I saw his ring finger. He is married.