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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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