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2-13-02
Someday I'll live in Chicago with a soul mate of some sort. We'll sleep together and hold hands, but never, ever have sex. We'll go to the park and walk around holding hands, not saying a word. He'll smoke because he's nervous like me - but never around other people, and the effects will never show. He'll also stay up with me all night when I have bad dreams about the monsters in the trees... he'll protect me from the world. I'll walk to the near-by market to buy freshly baked bread, bright red apples and grape juice. Maybe some flowers to put next to the bed.
Nothing gross will ever go on in the apartment, and I'll always stay innocent. He'll work at the museum and occasionally bring me something from the gift shop, that I'll keep in a box with all the other presents. I'll call him "Love Bug" because he was found in Heaven, whatever that means. We won't exist to anyone but eachother and the world won't be so cruel any more. I'll shut them out and he won't make me do otherwise.
When the petals from the flowers fall, he'll save them for me and I'll throw them out the window to see them make a beautiful rain. I know we'll find eachother because I can make myself see what I choose, in people.I keep picturing two friends walking hand in hand down a dirt path in the forrest, until they come to a fork in the road. Each friend splits up only to find that there are more paths for each further on. One path for each friend will lead to the other, but so far that path is unkown. Nell
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