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Sunday, April 17th, 2005
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9:13p
I'm convinced there's never been a more beautiful sight.
Her eyes shut, lifting gently open. The freckles scattered across the top of her cheeks. Her mouth at rest, neither moving nor between movement. She is content. She exists. She is lying next to me.
She cries when she tells me what I mean to her. I can see the tremble in her lips. I'm not sure that I've ever looked at anyone so closely. I know the way the lights hits her face when she's happy, the way it fades when she's not. I know the way she breathes when she wants me, the way her words shift when she's upset.
She knows things about me that aren't secrets. They're just observations. And yet, no one else has noticed before. When I close my eyes, I feel her fingers gliding over my skin. I feel her eyes pressing into me, pressing through me.
I feel her mouth, fitting in the groove of my lips.
current mood: missing
current music: We Float -- PJ Harvey (comment on this)
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