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You lay on your stomach, with your palms facing up. You try to lay straight, but your head keeps spinning. And you think about him, and he thinks about you, and it's too late to talk cause it's way past two, and you can't keep from grinning.
They stare at you strangely, you smile back sweetly. This is all too weird, and you're happy completely....yeah absolutely postively incandescently happy..
How will you ever be able to sleep again?, when all you can hope to think about is him????????????....
And it's too soon to say the word love but way too late to keep from thinking it, and I don't know what's going to come of this but I hope it keeps coming. Don't tell me that this isn't real, because it has to be real from the way I feel and, it has to be real, tell me that this is real, that there really is a you and me. I can't keep from dreaming.
