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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
May 6, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
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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
May 6, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
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