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04-19-07|
4:59 pm
Finally, coming of age. I want to ask, "Do you think of me as young?" grinning, because the idea delights me. I want to ask in between nipping the skin on his chest. It has taken me a long time to get to this place. I want to enjoy all of it. I am not sinking now. Not standing still. I am climbing. How high? How high can I get? Things are only going to get better. Rediscovering my body, my love, my life. Things that excite me, fascinate me, enrage me. I told you this is my year. |