I've been thinking about it for several days now, trying to express this exact feeling, which is: sometimes we look at people, and nothing gets moved in us. As if they don't exist. Sometimes some strings are touched inside us. The more strings, the more moved we are.. I guess. But when it comes to you, and that, I think, is the secret of
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
An observation :)
Yesterday, when you were touching me, stroking my leg, or when I was just looking at you - remember I told you I didn't have words to express what I feel?
I've been thinking about it for several days now, trying to express this exact feeling, which is: sometimes we look at people, and nothing gets moved in us. As if they don't exist. Sometimes some strings are touched inside us. The more strings, the more moved we are.. I guess. But when it comes to you, and that, I think, is the secret ofour relationship my feelings to you, so many strings are touched in me.. I feel I'm not alive otherwise.
I've been thinking about it for several days now, trying to express this exact feeling, which is: sometimes we look at people, and nothing gets moved in us. As if they don't exist. Sometimes some strings are touched inside us. The more strings, the more moved we are.. I guess. But when it comes to you, and that, I think, is the secret of
