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Previous - this entry written on February 27, 2002 at 6:17 pm - Next Don't dare breathe. Don't dare speak. Don't dare do anything but hold my breath and pray to every god and goddess I've ever believed in that either he means it, or he won't mention it again. Cruel, to see something so perfect held just out of reach. Wonderful, to see it at all. Delightful, to stretch out and grasp it. Terrifying, if it is pulled away. Do I want to know? Gods, do I even want an answer to this, do I want to know if it's real? Yeah... I need to know, I need to know if this is just another pipe dream or if maybe, maybe, just maybe, that velvetsoft voice will not only haunt my dreams but grace my waking hours as well, if I can finally lay claim to something so wonderful and delightful and... ...and so RIGHT. This feels so right.
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