“I was able to approach quite close: almost close enough to touch him. At that moment, though, the deer turned, and I felt all the hair on my arms rise. The deer’s eyes were red and dripping with blood.”
The only thing that feels strange is the excitement I have about seeing you again. I don’t want to turn that off. I don’t want to run away from it. I’d like to get closer.
When he glanced in the rear view mirror, he saw a full grown man in what he described as “large boots and a dirty, dark, thick jacket and dirty pants” in a full on SPRINT towards our car.
“Together we are proving the power of dance music knows no bounds.”
“The moment the light hit her, she stopped moving completely. She was facing away from me. She had disgusting hair that seemed to be sticking together in clumps. Some of her hair was ripped off, too. She was wearing a very over-sized, bright red hoodie. I was almost too scared to move.”
She saw him. He saw her back. Their love filled a tennis court.
We’re dancing and laughing because we can’t believe we get to be here and feel this happy.
They don’t know how you are at 3am, they don’t know how you like your coffee – if you even like coffee, they don’t know the reason behind that scar and that the story behind it is way more funny than tragic, they don’t know the many night that you were up late watching the same movies over and over again and that you simply can’t stand asparagus.
Listening to what they say with attentiveness.
Who knew innocent smiles and unlooked-for touches can feel like sunshine breaking on your skin? But let me ask you, can I be your high too?