#You wouldn t understand how to#
It wasn’t until afterwards that I remembered that Warren knows how to use a video camera just as well as I do. He told me that she wanted to make a tape of some property she was selling. I could see that Warren was tired too, so I didn’t understand why he insisted that I had to show his mother how to use a video camera. By this time, it was almost one in the morning of February 13th. I dozed off on the trip home, only to wake up in Warren’s mother’s driveway.
#You wouldn t understand movie#
He spent as much time in the lobby as he did holding my hand.īy the time the movie was over, it was nearly midnight. Our day ended with a romantic movie that Warren couldn’t seem to sit still and watch.
As good as the food, the ambiance, and the company were, my mood only improved marginally.Įvery time I tried to turn the conversation toward our relationship, he changed the subject. We had lobster and champagne at a wonderful restaurant. We spent the afternoon window-shopping and Warren offered to buy me a copy of one of those Bridal magazines.īy that time, I was disappointed and frustrated enough to reply, “I wanted a real present, not some dumb magazine.”ĭespite my childish behavior, Warren went out of his way to make dinner a special event. Because the fourteenth fell on a Monday, we would both be working and unable to spend the day together, so we celebrated early. Warren was working nights and I was working in the daytime. Valentine’s Day was a difficult proposition for us this year anyway. We had been discussing marriage in “some day” terms for several months and I was convinced that Valentine’s Day was going to be the day he proposed. What could I say? I couldn’t ask him for the one present I wanted most. It does not store any personal data.“What do you want for Valentine’s Day?” asked my boyfriend on Saturday, February 12, 1994. The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other. The cookies is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Necessary". The cookie is set by GDPR cookie consent to record the user consent for the cookies in the category "Functional". The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics". These cookies ensure basic functionalities and security features of the website, anonymously. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. Label: Interscope Records & Grade A ProductionsĬopyright ©: Grade A Productions & Interscope Records
Written By: Nedo, Max Lord, Juice WRLD & Gezin Produced by: Nedo, Nils, Max Lord & Gezin
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