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"Who, being loved, is poor?" - Oscar Wilde
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It was Sunday, 24th January 1999 and as usual I woke up at 9.00 in the morning.
I phoned my friend Joyce from Ghaxaq and informed her that we were going to meet at Valletta to go to Paceville. At 2.00pm I left from Marsaxlokk and at 3.00 we were at Paceville. The Footloose was empty and we decided to go to watch a movie.
After, we went to Footloose again and I saw someone that caught my attention. He was Oliver, the one who always wanted to speak to me. I knew this because he told another friend of mine that he was crazy about me.
All of a sudden his cousin came and told me that Oliver wanted to speak to me urgently. I knew that he wouldn't come and talk to me himself because he was a little bit shy. So I approached him and he told me that he wanted to go out with me seriously.
I told him, that I was going to give it a try and then we see what happens. It was my first serious date. After an hour talking, I realised that he had a nice character. Then I went back to Footloose and back again home, all the time thinking of Oliver.
From that date onwards we kept on meeting each other regularly. For the first 4 months we met about twice weekly. But now after four years we meet everyday, apart when Oliver and me are at work.
We are very happy with our relationship although sometimes we do have arguments. But after all who does not. The most important thing is that we love each other and sacrifice for each other.
We think that we are great lovers.
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