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chrisfel eliza

I don't think I think enough.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
if you'd let me unbutton your shirt..

Isn't it funny how certain people can make you feel certain emotions?

Sometimes I think it's rather surreal when I see you smiling at me. You never fail to make me feel like a high school girl each time you greet me, or when our skins touch.

But me, unbuttoning your shirt?
Never gonna happen.
I can only watch you as you do that -- in front of me.

With big smiles plastered across our faces.

chrisfel at 21:53