Jan 31, 2003 15:12
I look at him sometimes and know exactly how he feels, as if I can see the thoughts running through his head. I love him, madly, deeply, with the insanity of lost patience and the ferocity of a beautiful heart. Somehow, I just can't get enough of seeing him lying beside me, eyelashes resting on his beautiful cheeks.
I'm so hopeless.
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