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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

LOVE… What’s that?

“'Cause I'm feeling for her what she's feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it's driving me mad, going out of my head
All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head”

Silly, silly me! I keep thinking back on what I said and wish for the millionth time I said something else, or rather, nothing at all.

I never felt so comfortable with anyone that attractive, we spend time talking and comfortable silences were filled with stolen glances, on my part at least. We talked about so much and those few hours we were kept together, seemed to make an impact on my soul and opened my mind. I never really thought about how my perfect man would be but after meeting that hottie, my standard was totally set.

He’s tall, attractive, witty, and casual, and he smells so good. –taking in a deep breathe- his smell still lingers round my head. But, of course, the air I just took in smells like… hmmm… somethings are better left unsaid, or in this case, ‘undescribed’.

He asked, if I’m single and I said yah. Asked again if I ever had a boyfriend, I said no because my parents don’t allow and that I’m still studying. The questions and answer were fine, until he asked if TPH woo me would I relent and get into a relationship. I replied no and added it would soothe my ego though. I could honestly kick my ass at that moment!

Yup, there go all my fantasies of a future with him.

I’m remembering all the things he said because at the moment I still can’t quite believe someone like him actually exist. So… perfect beyond mere words.

-Sighing soulfully-

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