I have just finished watching what has just become my favorite movie of the moment. Stranger than Fiction. I laughed often, at different parts through out the movie. I had a gleeful smile on my face at the end. In my book it is one of those must sees. It's some one a part of me wishes I was. Harold Crick. Maybe I am mostly envious of the relationship he ended having with Ana. So see them lay there together and be so happy, just to hold one another. To know, he's not living much longer, and enjoying the here and the now, the moment he has. That's where I want to be. Even if I live another 50 years I would really want that to be how I feel most every day.
I had this dream the other day. I felt so out of body, and so very very real. I will try to explain, what little I remember, in as much detail so you can be there.
It was dark. And we stood together holding one another. Your head on my chest. I imagine you were listening to my heart. Every beat telling you exactly how I felt. I never needed to say anything to you. My hand runs through your hair on the back of your head like a comb. You tilt your head up and with a smile our lips connect. I can feel the warmth of your breath as you breath out through your nose on my upper lip as the sweet kisses ends and our lips depart mine.
That's all that I can remember. The most vivid thing was the warmth of your breath.
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YAY you're having homo-erotic dreams about me. Please, homey, do me a favor and next time you translate a dream into blog-o-speak swap "you" in favor of "she" since I tend to read the former to indicate me.
Also, it amused me to read "My hand runs through your hair on the back of your head like a comb." As "My hand runs through your back hair"
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