Who would have thought that a simple diner could turn out rather devastating. 'Twas for a 'bachelor' party but certain things came up resulting in a regular dinner. The good part was that we could accompany pneoxian to the dinner.
Lo and behold, topic of conversation drifts to marriage proposal; how various individual (all present, whom are yet to be married) would plan to propose. It was about when and how. Pretty tame topic one might say unless under certain 'unique' circumstances.
Where everyone is planning phase two or phase three (the phase numbers or stage isn't important) one can only imagine what it is like to even have someone take slight interest. Needles to say, from our part there existed nothing to contribute for that topic.
Who would have thought, how a simple topic could shaer to hard and so deep. As if it was not bad enough to be entirely left out of the conversation (certainly not on purpose by any other parties) but to hammer in the fact again. There never was, not even once.
I'm sorry because I was not strong enough. I'm sorry to disappoint You Maker. This blow was too hard to withstand.
Sorry
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