aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - what struck me most was how mundane (how wonderfully simple) everything was. there were no rain forests or glimmering parisian streets. there was only her - she was lying on the couch, i think, in what must have been our apartment. her sentences were trailing off into sleep, the way they do when you don't want to leave, and i was only half listening, the way i do when the spell comes over me. i knelt beside her, muttered something half-clever, half-nonsense, brushed my palm along the soft line just under her jaw. her eyes are always wide, grinning in too-obvious too-perfect homage to that wild curiosity that enchanted the world. and for a few seconds they focused softly on me. i nearly died right then, but instead i leaned forward and kissed her in that tender careless way you kiss someone you've already kissed a hundred times that day and you're drunk on the goofy south dakota lilt in her voice and it was the prettiest cruelest dream i've had in months 3:03 a.m. - 2014-03-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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