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It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life.
Hey! Long time, no post, I know. How’s it going? Miss me?
So I’m conducting this experiment in self improvement at the moment. It isn’t very unique or ingenious, and it’s most definitely not something I’m going to blog about (in 6-8 months time, given the black holes between my very perky posts). 258 more words