Once upon a time, a girl and her mother became almost obsessed with paper dolls, and these are their attempts at taking those stories, and making sense out of them....
Thursday, March 04, 2004
2403 The CD I had made for BJ, included one extra song that was only included on two copies of the disc. In that one song, I managed to describe exactly how much he meant to me. How happy he made me, what it felt like to be away from him; his smile, his voice, his arms. Making love to BJ wasn't just a nice way to say sex, it was exactly that--I loved this guy, in a period of about 2/3 months I had fallen for BJ. I wanted him to know, I needed him to know; because for the next 4 to 6 months I might not see him, who knew what Ell had in store for me. I didn't want to lose him because of work. Now, I had to find the right timing for him to hear it.
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