Scream if you want to go Faster!
“Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture.”
― Vladimir Nabokov
When I met Stephen…
Our first date was a walk in the park,
only it wasn’t in a park,
but it was a walk,
down a street,
during which we talked,
while we walked.
I warned him that I was weird,
he replied by asking me why I was under the illusion that he wasn’t also weird.
I think that’s the moment I fell in love with him.
Our second date,
and the possibility of being eaten alive,
but only if we were foolish enough to go for a swim in a swamp,
or get out of the car at the Lion Country Safari.
Our third date,
I left him to get devoured by a shark,
which luckily turned out not to be a shark.
He promised never to let me forget this incident.
I was definitely head over heels for him after that.
Our fourth date,
we screamed because we both wanted to go faster,
especially when we decided to go on the,
It’s a Small World ride at Disney.
The horror, the horror…
of too much cuteness.
Our fifth date,
he was almost struck by lighting during a tropical storm.
Our sixth date,
we got married.
I might have skipped some dates, steps and grooves to go faster.
Almost two decades later,
we’re both still screaming…
It’s a scream, Baby,
a vinyl scream,
it sounds like sweet music,
our love is a luna park.