Monday, December 22, 2003Numonic Device 2,3,4,1
There are songs that you hear, and you're like, "Please! How teeth hurtingly sweet is that?" They're over sentimental. They're gush.
Until you find yourself on the dance floor, in the arms of the most spectacularly handsome man in the world, his hand on your back, his thumb just grazing your skin. He's very warm and for once your feet know which one's left and which one's right because for once you're not thinking of them. And then it makes sense. It means something. And it's everything. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 5:32 PM
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