|Two Jets, One Bed; an Ironing Board
||[May. 4th, 2006|10:06 am]
It took years to make this naturalistic
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I go to sleep speaking with her, and wake up dreaming of her. There are times when my thoughts become memories of our heads against each other, and her hair falling on my shoulder, my face.
I shouldnt have written this, but it's better here.
I love her because she is perfect, in every literal sense of that abused word. I love her, and when I tell her I become the happiest person I could imagine.
I love her.