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07-22-08|
12:40 am
Have you ever held on to one memory for dear life, running through it over and over, fearful of forgetting a single smell touch taste or sound. Have you ever held it over you like a blanket, or clutched it to you while you slept? After a perfect morning. He and I went out for a perfect lunch and when we stood up, in the middle of the restaurant he kissed me, unexpectedly, full on the lips, and did you feel that? It is my heart. In love, it says. |