You're Specail

I went shopping with Lover Dearest. We have to be friends, we just can't help ourselves. I'm over it now, and so is he. We're just fine, once again. We walked around happily in circles not going into any shops really, he refuses to pick shops always makes me choose. I am very indecisive.

But more importantly . . .

Drum roll please . . .

I'M ENGAGED!

Everyone pop out the good champagne and dance around- NO.

I want to be thrilled, I want to be ecstatic but I'm not. I am terrified. Shocked. I mean, you're walking along with your boyfriend who you have a nice cosy on and off relationship with and then suddenley BAM! He's on his knee with a FOUR HUNDRED POUND RING and asks you to marry him.

I couldn't have been more shocked if green pigs started doing the loopty loop over my head.

I mean this was Lewis. He was not the committment kinda guy. He does not propose, he cheats and lies and breaks girls hearts, HE DOES NOT PROPOSE!

I should have said no. I should have run away or something. But all I saw was this wrong which he spent sooo much money on, probably everything he has. His hopeful face, so utterly sure I was gonna say yes. And then me not sure of what was happening.

I opened my mouth all set to crush his dreams but I couldnt instead I said . . .

"Yeah, I'd love to".

LIES!

Cos I'm in love with someone else . . .

We'll call him, Pon.

As in Pon and Zi.

He told me I was specail. And even though Lewis proposed he has never said that to me. No one has. He said other things to . . .

And I think I'm falling for him.

I am officially the worst fiance ever!

Damn you ring!

What am I going to do????

Love

Belle (NO LONGER SINGLE!)

xxx

p.s. GAAAAH