I was reading a book today, and one of the characters reminded me of you. I laughed as the author described the character's beauty, intelligence and grace because it seemed like the author was painting a picture of you with the words on the page. The next paragraph I found out that the character had been dead for months. The author wasn't describing you, after all.
He was describing what sex with you was like.
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and if i didn't relate in some way to just about everything - i wouldn't have laughed so much. *le sigh*
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