Tuesday, 04 November 2008
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How the West Was Won
By Led Zeppelin
Dazed and Confused
see relatedTongue-tied and terrified
"Not that you're the one. Not to say I'm right. Not to say today, and not to say a thing tonight, but suffice it to say, you're leaving things unsaid. We sing ourselves to sleep, watching the day lie down instead. And we are leaving some things unsaid. And we are breathing deeper instead. We're both pretty sure neither one can tell. We seem difficult. What we got is hard as hell. A hundred thousand words could not quite explain, so I walk you to your car, and we can talk it out in the rain."
The pictures in my head are like photographs, snippets of moments that my mind unconsciously stores away for further inspection. They flash behind my eyelids like a slide show, a beautiful array of candid life, and I find myself sometimes breathless at the sincerity in her eyes. She listens when I speak, quietly, patiently, like she hears every word and appreciates its meaning, and her focus never wavers, staying fixed and attentive on me and my ramblings. I open myself to her almost without thinking, feelings falling out of my mouth and into her ears, and she doesn't know how unlike me that is, how few have seen me that vulnerable. I trust her. I respect her, and I'd do anything within my power to make her happy, to make her lips curl into a smile, to make her eyes sparkle and shine. She has somehow grabbed me in a way that no other has, enthralling me, captivating me, making me crave more of her. Just the sight of her renders me speechless and in awe. These feelings run deep under my skin, seeping into my blood stream, getting pumped through my heart, and I've never felt more overcome with emotion than when I'm around her, simply sitting in her presence, surrounded by all that she is. I've never felt this close to something wonderful.
Later, my loves.
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