I really need to get off this early morning posting spree. Perhaps try for something DURING the day :-). This one will again be short, but sweet..
I love being able to let myself out of someone else’s home. I love being able to feel comfortable there. I love how my someone can fall asleep with head and arms wrapped in mine. I love tucking her in. I love letting myself after spending a night just holding her. I love her.
Well because I don’t really have the motivation to type, and because I need to wake up to being with Derek’s Dog, I am going to quote a song, right after I list some stuff.
Things left at Amber’s – swimsuit, shirt
Things to do tomorrow – Send Minsley’s email, Build slide show, get film developed, walk the dog, upload pictures, help beth?, something with Amber, Nikki, or Sim?, Finish cleaning car.
Things left in my car that should be returned – Amber’s Yearbook, Nikki‘s Adapter, Amy’s Gameboy
Number of cuts on my feet – 3.
She may be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the sun on summer sets
May be the chill in Autumn breeze
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the phantom or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside a shell
She, who always seems so happy in her ground
Whose eyes can be so brighter then so brown
No one’s allowed to she them when they cry
She, may be the love that can’t hope to last
May come or leave from shadows of the past
But I’ll remember till the day I day
She, may be the reason I survive
The why and where for and a (lie)
The one I care for through the ruff in many years
Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
‘Cause where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning if my life is she