03 September 2007
A 'Long' List
)Published on September 3rd, 2007 @ 08:37:01 am, using 461 words, 52 views
How to explain this? How does this happen? It feels so singular it’s hard to imagine it happens elsewhere, to other people… but we know it does. Like snowflakes or fingerprints… it might happen…. but not exactly the same. I long for you, long to know you, long to hear you, long to touch you, long to laugh with you, long to smile with you, long to see the look on your face when I show you the story of our hug that someone we don’t know came up with, long to pet your head, long to kiss your forehead, long to hug you from behind, long to rub your shoulders when you’re tired, long to drink passion fruit juice with you and taste it on your lips, long to draw you a hot bath after a long day’s work, long to cook dinner together, long to eat dinner together with a candle between us, long to make you breakfast in bed when you’re feeling sick, long to make you breakfast in bed when you’re not feeling sick, long to drink from our mugs EU & VC, long to show you all the places I walked by and spent time in thinking of you, long to hold you in my arms, long to show you all the places I haven’t seen since I was little that now I refuse to see again without you, long to caress your fingers, long to eat weird combinations of self service dishes with you… drink weird combinations of juice with you and feel weird all around, long to have you rest your head on my shoulder, long to see you in one of my classes even though you don’t need my humble services… long to show you the town where I grew up, long to go for walks with you, long to blush and feel nervous and ‘feel your eyes on me when I look away,’ and know that when you look back all you’ll see is such deep admiration in them, long to look into your eyes for so long we both melt, long to show you all the things about me no one knows, everything, everything… I long to see the day when we look at this paragraph and are no longer able to tell who wrote what or to see where one stops and the other begins. I want you to be the one who knows me like nobody else in the world knows me… I want to give you that.
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Legião Urbana - Eduardo e Mônica/Dois
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Longing, falling, melting
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