If it's raining outside I don't care. I'm going to walk down this wet and soggy street with joy in my heart and a sap song (that I'll hum to) in my head. This is me being free and in love, in love. Funny I never thought such feelings would or could creep up on me. Funny, I was always the destroyer of love--the girl who created stories about the silliness in the thought of being connected to one soul (that could be a mate). But now I don't care about any of it because I'm walking down this street counting the raindrops as that plop, plop on my umbrella with joy in my heart and love right next to me.
He was made just for me.
He's my passion right now and really the only one I see.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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