Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 164 We�ve started this habit of looking at each other and then saying, �What?� �Nothing.� �Nothing?� �Yeah. Nothing.� Though, sometimes the truth comes out. . . . I was afraid to fall asleep last night. I didn�t want to miss any minutes of any thing. . . . I didn�t know how hard it would be sometimes when he knows, exactly the right moment for hands to slip into hair. Just. God. I haven�t told him he moves me like music. edited @ 10:49 am - This.10:37 a.m. - 2003-01-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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