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Jan 22, 2006 00:23

At 2 in the morning i pulled you into the shower with me, you were wearing clothes that you couldn't pull off fast enough, it was dark and wet and your singlet was heavy with water and my god i fucking adore you. No words, no words, no words to tell you how much.

Life is.. life is.. fun? Life is turbulant? Scary? Lots of love and kissing? Too much thinking? Melodramatic? Beautiful?

Roberta and I are on holidays. We went flying through really big clouds in a really small plane and Ro held my hand like she thought she might fly away but I would never let her go any where. The air is wet here. I couldn't sleep, couldn't sit still, could only think mean angry things so we went walking. Here I am. So in love, so happy but so hmm... angry. Ro says I shouldn't be. I say, love loses all objectivity, thus i can be as furious as i want to be. Strike that. As furious as i need to be. Because when I'm hurt I'm angry and when I'm angry I'm cold and when I'm cold you can't hurt me when you don't think about me or call me or be with her. Deep sighs. Ah nevermind.

We're going to go swimming every day and go to night markets and buy things we don't need and probably get sunburned and have sex and hold hands and play mini golf if we can find it..
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