(Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-le-without-each-other love.)
Attraction, FLIRTATION, euphoria, Doubt, The truth (the longer the better)
...And so you dance around it. You draw it out. You tease towards love.
This is pure physical poetry. Its the thril of cummunicating by give and take, the simple charm of tugging at anouther heart and waiting (hoping) for a response.
It's the improbably joyous celebration of going absolutely nowhere for a long, long time... all in the anticipation that you're actually on your way (slowly, tiptop-ingly) to somewhere truly marvellous...
i never stop falling in love...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Shit, shit. Shit!
Half of me keeps thinking what does this matter if im with him and love him but if we are together to when i hope to hav children then that could be a problem. I want kids. He doesn't. Big problem if we want to be together as lng as he says he wants too. Forever? Or not.
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