Breakfast with my Liangel from above

Amazingly, last night my Liangel agreed to meet me today for breakfast before work and to let me pick her up from the MRT station! She's carless for a week or so because the guy she's renting the car from is back in town. Anyways, there I was waiting in the Suzie APV demonstrator, half an hour early haha, in the carpark beside the pickup point, listening to the radio and daydreaming that this might be the first day of the rest of my life. She's supposed to buzz me when she arrives. Then suddenly she appeared at the door asking me to unlock the thing, out of nowhere like a free spirit descended straight down from heaven. She walks fast, that's for sure, something she later told me is a habit from her SQ days. Not so fast, however, is how she's killing me deep inside and driving me crazy, like a slow sweet poison. So we got going, chatting, laughing every now and then, but way too soon we reached McDonald's for our beautiful breakfast, which she bought. Magnolia milk and a blueberry muffin for her, egg McMuffin, hash brown, kopi and freshly toasted slices of silly love for me. We chatted some more, I finding out more about her than she did about me. She was from Temasek Poly, did visual communications majoring in photography (woah! I like!!), worked at M&C Saatchi after graduation (double woah!!), then flew for two years on the world's most wonderful airline where she "learnt a lot" (woah! woah!! woah!!!), after which she started selling cars (if I remember correctly, I was in a bit of a daze by then). Chit chit, chat chat, laugh laugh, love love... I was dying all over again there and then. Where has she been all my life?! Why did my Liangel arrive only now?!?! How the hell do I get out of my present life and dive into the deep end for this potential one?!?!?! I wanted time to stop and my Mac moments with her to last forever and a day, but alas, it was not to be, she was running late for work. After her pretty puff (boy she makes Marlboro Menthol look so good that I wanna pick up smoking, my health be damned), we left the place, with my mind blown to bits and lying on the floor, pieces of me still hanging around where she took my heart and my breath away without even thinking about it. So there I was driving her just down the road to the juara showroom, a short one-minute journey that really ought to have been at least a million miles long. But way too soon I had to drop her on the road outside her company (had to be tactical haha), she ran across and it was the end of a magical morning with my Liangel. As I drove off both happy and sad, the sun was shining and life looked better than ever before, but it also felt troubling, for I am well and truly in deep but I am not yet a free man again. I want and I need to take a chance on this, however stupid it may seem, because for the first time in a long, long time, I can see clearly a happier tomorrow. Thanks for breakfast, my dear Liangel, and thanks for changing my life for the better...