that night the music was slow and the air was thick and i slid three fingers nervously across smooth misshaped buttons, clumsily searching for the cessation and the silence so i could turn to him shyly- but propelled by some dimly lit star, and say 'sometimes i want to tell you i love you, but the syllables never quite fall from my tongue'. he
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i saw it, i did. must've been nice.
-carla
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a million thoughts of happiness and feelings of being content are sent your way.
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ps THANKYOU
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i am so happy for you right now, that is such a wonderful feeling to have.
those magical summer nights with the smell of jasmine blossom in the air and cool breeze hitting your breathe like a soft kiss of lavender lips to your tongue.
-neal
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oh, oh, before i left for new orleans in may you wrote this fantastic entry about imagining you were other people and i gasped because i do that all the time but i was off to my plane and forgot it until just now----
*goes to find it*
oooh yes may 18th! yes i do that so often, i'm walking the streets of seventeenth century england at midnight, nervous under layers of petticoats but with nowhere to run when someone rounds the corner; and then i'm
okay well now i'm out the door so scratch that, but i had meant to comment back then because i really liked it :)
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