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she doesn't know what to say ~ January 15, 2002 - 12:35 a.m. I don't know what to say. I've been sitting here staring at the little box, trying to fill it with something. I want to tell you about the experience that I just had, but I'm really not sure how to describe it. I just checked a friend's web page and discovered that someone completely unexpected is coming to town. someone I've only met once, but who zapped me witht that electric tingle of connection so strongly that he became someone in my head. someone who I just knew I would cross paths with again. and I don't know what that means. I don't know where he's at in his life, or even really who he is. I just remember that energy zing that resonated inside of me for days. the tingling rush of confusing emotions that swept over me when I found out that he was coming here. unexpectedly. I just don't know what to think. probably seeing him again will be uneventful, maybe awkward, probably I will be shy... I don't know why it matters. why I try to imagine what will happen. because whatever will be, will. and it will be exactly as it should be. because that's how these things are.
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