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be neither cynical about love, for amidst all aridity and disenchantment, it is perennial as the grass... ~ November 25, 2003 - 2:01 a.m. so, I have a crush. right, for a change. heh. I do tend to crush-- but this one-- this one is nice. because I'm realizing that this is the first really delightful crush I've had in a long time. the last one I remember was noy-- and that was just an irresistable pheremonal attraction that filled me with a mixture of dread and excitement. because I knew it was a bad idea, from the get go. but this one-- this one makes me go all fluttery. fills my ribcage with light. because this one-- this one feels right. we click, we connect. I am deeply comfortable talking to him, and I'm beginning to have glimmers that this crush may be mutual. that there may be a chance here, for something. something good. and he's smart, and genuine, and funny, and creative. and I'm starting to do that random-smile-daydream thing... random, dreamy smiles flung unconsciously into spring breezes to alight with feathered butterfly feet on the eyelashes of strangers... and like all crushes, this may turn out to be nothing more or less than that. it may never go anywhere. maybe there's a girlfriend in the picture I haven't even guessed at. but even so, I'm delighted. just for the sensation of slippery and delicious light sliding between my ribs, lighting up my insides in a world so grey. delighted to feel something so joyously and preciously hopeful. bright and shining, whispering sweet, right here, right now. a place of possibilities and light.
(((rings))) |