the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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9:41 p.m. + 2003-05-29 = a short essay on a peacock
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i wished for him to say it. i mapped out the scenario in my head. i wrote the scene a thousand times over. it's what i toss and turn over prior to unconsciousness.
and then he said it.
and i didn't say anything. i just got quiet as i tend to do... i should've said something. something to the effect of "you're all i think about" or "i want what i want and i want you," but i didn't say anything.
so, he still makes me speechless and i'm still holding my breath. it's a good feeling. awkward and taxing, but good.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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