the streets to heaven are paved with good intentions...
i met him one night at some eisdiele where he played guitar.. he also sang.
the situation wasn"t perfect for us, especially for me... i was busy breaking up with frank.
this was our last official date, so to say.
we were standing at the bar talking, watching, listening.
he had something in his voice, a depth that conveyed even cliche mainstream numbers onto an almost alternative level... i don"t want to sound as if i am exagerating... i suppose i fell a little for him that night.
we had some good conversations during his breaks... even frank got on well with him.
frank noticed that i was flirting. i wasn"t too sure whether roger got the message.
he did eventually, i suppose and called me three weeks later.
i was looking for nothing serious... an affair, nothing more...
he fell out of the boat and wanted a life with me.
it became a push and pull tug-o-war.
going nowhere, fast.
i could not
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