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By girlonthewing Date: 2006 Jan 10 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.10.22.10.23848]] |
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I used to think that if his hand was up my shirt and we liked the same music we might be in love. That love was something shared in the dark hours of the morning between the navy sheets of his best friend's older brother's bed where he'd tell me I was a good kisser and in the awkwardness of day I'd remove all evidence of our presence there, plucking long dark hairs from the pillow cases. That was love then. Now I know that love is something passed from your sparkling blues to my deep dark browns and my head fitting perfectly beneath your collarbone. I know that it's my fingers entangled in your dark curls and holding your right hand when you drive your car. I know it's the fact that you accept my faults praise my silliness and that you prefer ME to my own body This is love now. |