Sometimes they lose themselves in each other’s arms. They traverse their varied past, go over and over their present and catch fleeting moments in their eyes.
Sometimes they shudder to think of the unknown future but soon enough love like there is no tomorrow.
Sometimes they celebrate their unusual lightness of being.
Only sometimes, though.
Monday, March 12, 2007
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