Friday, February 27, 2004

FEBRUARY 27, 2004 (FRIDAY)

I will sleep remembering how beautiful you were today in the half-light, and how we danced, skin to skin, to the quiet music of the rain.

I love you, and I will never get tired of whispering it in your ear. The same way I will never tire of tracing the lines on your palm, or listening to you laugh or cry, or wrapping my arms around you. I am no fortune-teller, and I cannot tell you what the future holds, but I can tell you at this very moment that you are my universe and that no one else has made me feel more alive than you.

To fall in love is to possess. You do not merely possess; you own me.

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