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Heres the thing. Really, it doesnt matter what I feel about Tpop now. Im getting over him.
Last night I was at a concert and at intermission guess where my eye was drawn? To those 2-3 tall lanky men with bristly, sort of coarse hair. If they wore glasses, all the better. There was one man in particular who I noticed as he was so Tpop-ish. He was the tallest man there, lanky, same hair, glasses, similar profile, clothing style was the same down to the jacket, and he had that same movement, that same look. He was with a tall woman who was guiding him around because he was blind. I watched him standing waiting for her when the bell rang and I could see he was just a smidge anxious, just a bit. And then here she came all happy and all was right with the world. It was so Tpop & me that I caught my breath a moment before following them in. I was glad I didnt sit near them. It would have been distracting because what I really wanted to do was lean against this man. I just wanted to be in his space, leaning. Just the thought of this has me crying. I can just feel it all over, that skin to skin contact, that rush.
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As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons...be cheerful; strive for happiness - Desiderata
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