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***

Here’s something.

When a man and a woman love each other very much...

That’s an archaism.

Everybody ***** everybody nowadays.

Girls, boys, girls.

Am I getting left behind because I’m anachronistic?

I just want it to mean something, you know?

Not societal pressure.

Not the standard physical progression of a high school relationship.

 

I just want a friend, and to build a closer connection.

I want to hold someone and feel the heat of their body, and know that they’re feeling mine.

I want to close my eyes and trust that their eyes are also.

 

I have this idea (dream?) of *** being transcendent, not terrestrial.

I want to love, and to feel...not to ****

Am I making sense?

Am I the only person in the world who thinks like this? Probably not.

But I’ve got a sinking feeling that I’ll never find that other person.

 

I'd want someone, a friend, a best friend, who'd understand the connection I want to make.

They’d understand the closeness and transcendentalism, understand that it isn’t about societal rules,

or regulations,

or ideals.

 

I want making love to be about making love, not pretenses and cliches and other Earthy concerns.

Maybe I’m an idealist.

 

I don’t care.

 

This is what I want.

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May 6, 2012
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