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just a kiss . . .
...written on 2004-07-26, @ 10:01 a.m.
It's times like these . . . . when I try not to think about it. Try not to be a girl and analyze, try to live in the moment and breathe you in . . . .
just - taking it all in.
I don't know - maybe it was because I was in the middle of writing in my diary, or maybe it was because I was feeling extra pretty that night - from the jazz band that came into play, to the $20 tip that one of the restaurant patrons gave me . . .
but you know what?
It was nice.
It was nice because it's been such a long time. *and i don't feel like I have to settle*
You've spoiled me rotten.
that's right - its ALL your fault. I take absolutely none of the blame.
and . . . it makes me believe, like really believe. And it doesn't make me look like some sort of happy-go-lucky, hopeful naive babbling airhead. I hope that's a good thing?
Somehow I've never really bought into the myth that boys like cute little innocent naive girls, but now . . . I'm starting to see that karma will definitely come back around and bite you in the ass.
Like Mike . . . Like Kevin . . . Like Win . . . Like all the other boys I've ever kissed.
but you know what? I didn't know you then, I'm definitely more tame now . . . more docile and quiet.
"I like it when you're alone.
Excuse me?
I mean - wait - that came out wrong didn't it?
Yes, that sounded kind of weird.
I mean - I like you better when I'm alone with you.
OH?! Why? So we can do this?
I mean, I like it when we're alone, together.
oh. "
that's all you're getting a glimpse of for now.
i've forgotten how nice it is to just kiss.