great romance doesnt always make for great writing.
its not like in the movies, with all the good lighting and smooth lines.
all the details seem so small and insignificant.
the way she snuck up behind me while i was at work.
the way she looked when i saw her after all these months.
her eyes.
our walk in the cold.
our talk in her car.
the electricity that came from her touching my hand.
these things wouldnt make a good movie.
but i give them two thumbs up.
3:12 p.m. - 2003-12-14
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