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Didn't sleep last night. Bloody hell I couldn't. I sat in the commonroom for hours after she went up to bed, I stared at the door to the girls dormitory wondering if I had ever felt so wonderful! My mind got to work, I started imagining things that probably shouldn't be running through my brain. *blushes slightly as he writes* Things a gentleman shouldn't be imagining. So I picked up a book, studied for those blasted OWLS, read. Couldn't sleep, better than the alternatives, nightmares. I should sleep, but I can't. I'm floating. It's an almost embarassing feeling but I feel to good to be ashamed. Dear Liz, I am writing to say good evening to the wild child who stole my heart, and made sure I went back to my dorm thouroughly soaked. I had so much fun last night. I can't wait to see you again. I haven't sleapt a wink. So instead I read, studied, and Have you ever loved With all your soul Felt the burning Lost control? Ached with want Panged with need? I bet you not I have indeed The beautiful girl Who has taken a hold Cannot be compared To a mountain of gold Elizabeth is life She is my breath And I will dream of her Until my death Yes that's what I wrote. It's terrible, I'm no poet. I have, however, been working on a suprise in my boredom, as soon as I can see you... It has to do with what you said last evening. -Cole She's so hot, and that smile, and those eyes. I melt for those eyes. -Cole Post a comment in response: |
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