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I used to fall asleep imagining that I was kissing you I would lay on my stomach under the covers and pretend like I knew the secret that was kissing. I had seen it so many times the softness of lips meeting from people in love; It would feel like raising a flower to your face to smell the nectar and accidentally having the petals tickle your mouth I had seen it so many times the awkward placement of hands that didn't even seem to matter in relation to the placement of lips that had to fit just right together I had seen it so many times the guilty look of having experienced something fantastic; the glow of a kiss I fell asleep

Secret Lover, how do I describe it? It's like A million Pins and Needles pricking my skin all at the exact same time it's like 1000 volts of lightening to my body in a rainstorm it's like I don't have enough blood to reach my arms and legs;tingling, they don't feel like they're apart of my body anymore. it's like holding my breath under water where I can hear my heart beat and feel my head get lighter it's like being so happy that I forget that there's any other feeling in the world.

I wish you could set my heart ablaze like he did; my whole body numb just from the shock of it.

I am a liar. It's who I am. It's what I do. What can I say? It's not like I'm going to lie and pretend I'm not a liar. I'm done with that. No, I will not lie anymore. So I'm going to tell you the truth, well, at least everything that I'm sure isn't a lie. I've lived in DC ever since I was just a little chica. A lot of people when they hear the word DC think of the white house and official-looking white men in suits. They think of monuments and museums, the potomac, the capital, cherry blossoms. Well, that may be their DC, but that is not mine. DC is busy busy. I'm talking tons of people everywhere you look, pushing, some are sipping on their

We need to talk and I don't know how to explain this to you other than... I guess you're kind of just like my favorite t-shirt. Like I did everything in it and wore it all the time and at first I wore it because I liked the way it made me look but then it was just because it was so comforting because I had had it for so long but because I had done so much in it it started to fall apart it got holes and stains and I still kept wearing it because it made me feel kind of hip like grunge, that was the style, right? but then I just realized it just looked kind of dirty and it made me look like I just didn't care so I threw

I never thought of you as sexy until I watched you dribble a basketball between your legs like it was the most undelibrate thing you've ever done you were carrying on a conversation and your arms were doing all the thinking for you everything was at a rhythm and because I couldn't bring myself to look at you I just kept walking but I counted the rhythm to myself bounce..bounce....bounce..bounce.... and when it stopped I spun on my heels and saw that you were spinning the ball on your fingertip and when it fell off you didn't even notice that the world came crashing down.

I remember when I felt like I'd never be able to shut my eyes again unless I had you right next to me breathing with me because if I didn't have you around then it felt like an absence rather than something that never was. I remember thinking that I could be a better person if only I could talk to you everyday if only I could learn everything you know then I could be that person the one who could love you with every part of me. I remember the day after and feeling so empty because I'd never see you that way again because I knew I didn't mean much to you at all. And what I only vaguely remember now is how I felt when I realized

And on those warm summer days when the grass didn't sway because the wind didn't blow and eveyrthing was still except for our beatings hearts and moving hands I'd want to tell you that everything was you. And then the weather got colder and the sky darkened to a different hue and skin, our skin was no longer brown and nothing looked the same as it did against the backdrop of cloudless skies, illuminated by the rays of sun and you told me, "I'm over you"

City girl who loves fun more than she loves funny loves mornings more than she loves money loves boys and never really leaves them loves the tangible over the physical maybe the emotional, can you keep up? All her friends say she's silly and all the others think she's just shy, she says she's just getting along but you can tell there's a fire in her eyes.

Gabby the girl who's going places long legs and a strong body a smartass. She loves to intimidate but plays it cool. she's the realest person you'll ever meet 100% Gabby 100% of the time and if you don't like it, then you can go somewhere else because there's no room for you here. She'll have your back for life.