"I loveeee the cold air in my hair," he said ecstatic at the fact that two words in his sentence rhymed. She recognized his mocking tone, in the way he prolonged the word "love", like she would. She looked over and gave him a half smile of recognition. He went on, threw his hands in the air and yelled, " I lovvve you". There might have been a morsel of truth in it, she thought, then looked him in the eye and revoked, "But…you can't love, like I love."
Monday, March 16, 2009
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- Name: brownmystique
I believe in Relationships of trust...and that depends on my willingness to look not only to my interests, but to yours... sooo.....B who you are... I like who U R....and like who I am :~)
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