I spent the night with Dave last night. I love sleeping in his arms. They're so protecting. So comforting. So loving. I woke up early to go to work
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Isn't love grand? When I am feeling blue, I hunt for journal entries written by someone like you. Then I feel better. Does that make me a wierdo? Or is it the fact that I feel compelled to tell you than makes me a weirdo? (snicker)
Yes, love is grand. Thanks for your response, and no, I don't think you're a weirdo. You sound quite normal, to me anyway, but then again, I may perhaps be a weirdo, too.
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When I am feeling blue, I hunt for journal entries written by someone like you. Then I feel better. Does that make me a wierdo? Or is it the fact that I feel compelled to tell you than makes me a weirdo? (snicker)
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Birds of a feather, flocking together...
How romantic!
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