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|Enthrallment: 11/15/2004 - 6:18 PM |
isn't it? It isn't a decision something to be prepared for the risk carefully measured calculated for safety It's a series of little events precious simplicity a silly dance the predictible number of sneezes a shared fit of giggles expressions while dreaming a warm embrace to comfort tears and suddenly after two or ten or a thousand you realize that you don't want to be without this person you realize that you're in love your tomorrows laced within every eyelash every crooked grin every freckle, scar, and mole every glance that lasts a beat longer than necessary. Love is the small moments day in and day out and wanting no one else for the large ones. |
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