I didn't want to forget this line, because it's been happening lately and .. I never want to forget. I had a whole day of driving all to myself with lots of time to think, and I thought about this:
Life is not measured by how many breaths you take, but by how many breaths take you away.
Every time he kisses me my lips start to shiver and my arm hairs stand on end. My mind goes blank and I feel like I just got punched in the stomach. Whenever I think about it those feelings return. He always leaves me wanting more, and I can never get enough when I'm with him. What is love anyway, and what makes someone beautiful?
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The way you do one thing is the way you do everything -Gil Grissom
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