on 2005-11-15 @ 9:18 p.m.
When people are even slightly intimate, I swear I just lose it.
God I fucking love intimacy.
When he helped me pull on that sweater... that was intimate.
And I fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.
It's the same process everytime.
It's the distance that makes me dizzy, that makes me see things that may or may not be there. It makes me ache, but it makes me fly. It's all a big jigsaw puzzle in the long run. And I'll probably give up half-way through.
Let the river run its course, and we'll see where it goes?
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