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Playing catch up with journals as I wrote this in my other blog around 3am

"As They Sat There..."
some subtitled romantic movie played across the television screen, lights out, only the light from the screen playing across the faces of those watching. Sitting in such a position, legs splayed across, over or just hooked in the bend of the knee, yet comfortable. His arms over her shoulders as his hands held her hands as she rested her back against his torso.
Thick quilted blankets covered them both as they sat there....on that purple couch. Time didn't seem to matter, and even though their eyes were foccused upon the screen, upon the movie itself as it progressed through hands were busy elsewhere if but just holding another pair of hands. Or hugging her body close to his to share the warmth under the blanket as he bent his head to press a pair of lips against her forehead...
Even if there was no sexual innuendo, no more than two bodies close to each other such a small act meant more to both at that moment, as they sat there...
Just as much as her tilting her head back to press her own lips to his meant. Lips that seemed to beg for attention, for any touch be it of fingertips, lips to lips or lips brushed against skin in the lightest of movements. The same such torment as he played upon hers, barely pressing his own open lips to hers in a light feather touch before closing the space between them aching to be against hers.
Hands now empty of other hands, preoccupied with his face, his body and the lack of clothes upon either. More foccused on detail, the feel of the skin against delicate fingers made for feeling for touching for so many other ways of sharing that touch.
That feather light sensation of fingertips against skin before the pressing of them in need, in want....of nails just barely digging into the skin as if to say "more, i want to feel more please..."
all this in the span of so much time, as they sat there...taking up the couch


I haven't written anything wrote or typed in ages...not since after highschool and its late as in after 3am in the morning can't sleep and this came to me.
could you ever understand why I love you or why I love you. Can you understand love at all, or why i fell in love with you, its the late night/way early morning ramblings of someone sleep deprived and lost in her thoughts...wanting so much to just lay in bed and be able to be next to him or...to keep the cold away or even more rare fall asleep in his arms to just be near him, to know he loves me more than i love him, that he'll keep me from myself...

"I Miss You So Much"

I never asked for this feeling
I never thought I would fall
I never knew how I felt
Till the day you were gone
I was lost
I never asked for red roses
I wasnt looking for love
Somehow I let my emotions take hold
And guess what all at once
Im in love

Chorus
Oh I miss you so much
I long for your love
Its scares me
Cuz my heart gets so weak
That I cant even breathe
How can you take things so easily
Baby why arent you missing me

Why did I act like you mattered
It was silly of me to believe
That if I just opened my heart
Things would come naturally
Jokes on me yeah
I did not ask for love letters
So why did you give them to me
How could I let your intentions
Get hold over me
So in love
So naive oh baby

Chorus

And oh how I hate what you have done
Made me fall so deep in love
Got no cure
Youre the only one I want
That I love oh baby

Chorus

Baby why arent you missing me
Baby why arent you missing me