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This won't make much sense. Unless it does. Which, of course, reads (sounds) ridiculous unless it makes sense. And it will. But not for everyone. Hence the caveat. Or how ever that's spelled.

Every couple in love is just like every other couple in love since the concept of "in love" was invented. The differences are subtle and superficial. Taller, fatter, more natty, less educated, whatever. All lovers are every other lovers wearing better shoes.

Do you see the way his eyes

yes.

And the way that she always

yes.

He makes me feel so

yes.

Notice how she never

yes.

The precious-unique-snowflake part is perspective. Or rather "perspective". For example, while an uncountable multitude before me have loved, I haven't been one of them. Or I have, actually. But my definition of the concept and my understanding of the feeling has been sent to the tailor for alterations periodically, growing as I became less stupid and more old. Or maybe more learn'd and more stupid. Or just older. Or whatever it is that I've been doing for the last twenty one short years. Which, now that I think about it, is mostly nothing. What I've been doing, I mean.

I'm not at all drunk, I assure you.

The point is, I have never felt like this in all my life, and I can't imagine that it is or would be possible to feel any better with anyone else anywhere ever.

Then again, I seem hard-wired for monogamy. A state in which I can wallow quite comfortably though some of my friends find the very idea unnatural at worst and sadly prudish at best.

I am, in fact, not a prude. I have a dictionary right here (suprisesuprisesuprise) and I can't find any sort of logical connection between what a prude is supposed to be and what I am. On the other foot, I know a few people who are totally incapable of monogamy, but I don't think they're sluts.

Mostly.

Where was I? What the hell was I talking about?

Oh, never mind. I'll come back to it some other time. Or I won't. I don't know. Sort of sad, in a way. I think I used to almost be a writer. Somedays.

It was an ocean of dreadful this weekend with several small islands of delight. But even "bad" with him is worth it. Isn't that strange?

no.

Have you noticed how he

yes.

And when he sings I

yes.

And he always smells like

yes.

And he makes me feel

yes.

yes.

very much

yes




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On Sunday January 13th, 2008, An Expired Member (3) writes:
I perceive this in my own way, of course everyone has different eyes amd perhaps mine have been permeated with darkness in these few years of my boring yet twisted existance, but I really like this, a lot.And By the way, everyone is a writer in their own right, everyone is an artist, most people cloud their creativity with nothing more than self-doubt. As said by Sylvia Plath,quote "And by the way, everything in life is writeable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt." End quote.


On Friday December 21st, 2007, Bella Butchery (1171) writes:
this was really fucking good, people are crazy for not commenting...


On Thursday January 3rd, 2008, lord_beanus_christ (14) writes:
Ha. To each his own... thank you very much, though.



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