Couldn't sleep at all last night, all I could think about was the Victorian heart locket, containing a photo of the man of my dreams, surrounded by carved stars and crescent moon motifs. The man so beautiful with piercing soulful deep eyes, clearly a philosopher!
The Victorian man had style, he was wearing such a beautiful shirt.... Like a Comme des Garcons shirt. And, did I mention his confident smile. Oh! that smile.
The clock was ticking. I placed my bid, another bid, and another and finally.....
He's going! going! gone!!!!. He got away
I didn't bid high enough. He's gone forever..... but he's forever etched in my mind and in my heart.
Damn ebay! But then, you can't win'em all
