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What I Should've Done

Many summers ago, I fell in love with a girl who I thought was the girl of my dreams.

Towards the end of May, the girl of my dreams met the guy of her dreams. (To my surprise, it wasn't me.)

The night she told me about, I stood outside the gate of her house and grovelled to be let inside. (Well, it was more like whimper to be let inside.)

I beeped her using my Motorola StarTac Analog celfone.

She didn't reply.

So, I sat down the sidewalk of her street and called up Mark and begged for an explanation why the hell the girl of my dreams would leave me. We talked till the battery of the StarTac died. (Good thing I had a spare battery-- which was the side of a cigarette case.)

How I wish I had seen RICHARD CURTIS' LOVE ACTUALLY before that devasting summer night.

I should've come up with a plan-- a gimmick that she'd remember and make me oh so endearing, instead of being oh so revolting because of all my grovelling.

One of my favorite scenes in LOVE ACTUALLY is...

(spoilers ahead)

(so, don't read this if you're planning to watch the movie)

(ok?)

One of my favorite scenes in LOVE ACTUALLY is the part where the guy visits the girl he's fallen for and tells her how he feels by showing her several placards.

It read:

With any luck by next year
I'll be going out with one of these girls.

[shows pictures of beautiful supermodels]

But for now, let me say
Without hope or agenda
Just because it's Christmas
(And at Christmas you tell the truth)
To me, you are perfect
And my wasted heart will love you
Until you look like this

[shows the picture of mummy]

Merry Christmas

As he walks away the girl runs after him and gives him a kiss on the lips.

The girl then runs back to her husband.

The guy just shakes his head and says, "Enough of this. Enough."

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