2002-02-11 - 5:44 PM
Her Skin On Mine
When I think back, I remember all the times when she'd come up behind me, place her hands over my eyes, and make me guess who. I always knew who. And you know, she'd even disguise her voice - it's funny hearing her sweet little voice trying to sound like some old guy. Actually, she got pretty good at it - but still, I always knew who. She never understood how I could always tell - then again, not many people understand how you could remember a touch. When somebody can make you smile the way she did, when somebody can make you feel beautiful the way she did for me - it's really not hard at all, to be able to tell her touch, to remember it so vividly. She touched me - and I felt it all inside and out - that's how I can't forget her skin on mine...how I always knew who...and why I love to look back.
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Damn it, I hate being a dreamer - dreams lead to expectations. And expectations always have the option of letting you down, which seems to have been my case for 18 years.
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I was gonna write more - but I decided not to. <=0) Deal.
