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Name: Brian
Location: Princeton, New Jersey, United States
Birthday: 6/2/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: dancing, talking, conversatin, watching TV, and movies.
Expertise: Killing time and being a pessimistic optimist.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  Juice050
Member Since:
8/6/2002
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| I never thought I'd come back here to post anything, but here I am.
fortunately xanga is the most passe blogging site out there, so no one is here to read it. Which is fortunate..
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| we laid together, her chest was pressed against my back, our interwoven fingers swung and dangled to the playful rhythm of my twitching wrist.
Something felt different. I felt her cheek nestled against the base of my neck, but I didn't feel the butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach anymore.
I ran my lips down the inside of her forearm, it felt familiar, like my own skin.
I smelled her aroma, we shared a similar fragrance.
I kissed the soft spot behind her elbow and it felt so safe, so comforting, like her body was somehow an extension of my own.
I slowly clasped her open palm into my fist
I was surprised that we fit together
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| I seem to always find myself in the company of perpetual departure.
I suppose it helps me give myself away, knowing that any long-term commitment is a non-question..
but recently I've been surprised, astonished in fact.
It struck me the other night over dinner when she picked up the check. I noticed that this wasn't an uncommon occurrence. In my usual fashion I said that I could cover it, but she insisted, and I didn't resist.
"You'll pay me back when we get back home," punctuated with a wink.
She drove me back to the hotel and we aimlessly moved about the room. She kept me in stitches while discussing various subjects.
"I usually don't get along with people who aren't at all like me," I insecurely muttered.
"Well, I think we're quite different, but complimentary.. you know?"
I smiled and rhetorically wondered how she always knows exactly what to say.
I paid her back, twice.
With her head resting on my forearm our chests rose and fell to the same rhythm. My skin was drenched in her natural perfume, my mouth tasted of hers, and I was glowing.
I let my eyes slowly drift from the ceiling to see her watching me. I turned over, put my head to hers, and was lost in her eyes, I was completely overwhelmed with her perfect expression. I suddenly felt vulnerable, transparent, as though she was looking past my eyes into all my faults and insecurities, but I couldn't look away.. I became entranced in the knowing smile creeping up her cheeks.
She pulled me closer, I held on tightly and felt my heart jump out of my chest..
into hers.
sigh...
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