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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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Deep Thoughts and Poetry in Motion

Was the most intense feeling. Ever.
The rest was a blur. A whirl. Whatever. Doesn't matter.
"I love you very much," she confessed.
"I love you too."
Our foreheads touched; our eyes met.
My arms on her shoulders, I brought her head closer even as our foreheads were connected.
And we kissed, we kissed, we kissed for eternity in a minute.
She was in my arms, forever.
And when the lips parted,
The love becomes a treasured part of history locked
safely away in the
passage of

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Every time when seeing him asleep so peacefully?

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