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By darwin Date: 2003 Aug 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.20.14.54.14174]] |
| It isn't that i'm waiting for you every moment of my life. though sometimes it feel like it when I look at a phone, check for email, call you at home. There isn't so much of a memory of our first kiss, but probably the hours we spent making out, and the razor burn i had from your stubble the next day. I think it was a 12 hour marathon run. Then the other times when you waited for me at the train station, it wasn't that romantic, no steam emitting from the engine, I'm not coifed and we also aren't in black in white. But you still grabbed my bag and pulled me into your arms. You don't know how to cook very well, just last night you burned the grilled cheese, and didn't eat your vegetables, but you looked at me and told me it was made with love. We don't even pull close at night, whoever thought that spooning for an entire nights length, obviously had a body free from cramps. The closest thing to a spoon we have is our naked butts touching each other. But I wouldn't trade our moments of odd and dispersed for anything. I'll still stand on a street corner and kiss you for all downtown to see, I'll even eat your burnt grilled cheese, and mushy vegetables. So I'm not waiting for you, nowhere even close. I'm defining moments instead. |