Music to my ears

Friday, Nov. 15, 2002 ~ 8:48 AM

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And even this morning I'm still grinning like a fool.

Imagine if "here" meant the same thing to both of us.
Imagine if you wanted it to be.
Imagine that drive, that dance, that pasta.

The end of your sentences is audible. And it takes everything in me not to fill that spaces with giggles of delight.
And I just wanted you to know that I love the way you "monopolize the conversation" and sometimes I close my eyes and listen to you stop and start and try and figure out what kind of instrument your voice would be.

You are an electric harp. You are charged twinkle. You are music to my ears.

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