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By Misti Date: 2001 Dec 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.13.20.44.29499]] |
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before I met him I thought love was all about longing not having yearning burning to no satisfaction fantasizing, picturing myself as the heroine in love songs and romantic comedies emoting like Scarlett saying Tomorrow is Another Day playing all the roles backwards and inside out pouting on cue trying to imbue lust with shimmers of true love wishing on stars drawing runes having my palm read casting my chart praying really hard baking lasagna sending gifts and cards and tear soaked letters to countless pretenders to the throne laughing and crying alone then I met him and I knew true love was getting something back without begging for it. |