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"that's me girl..."
*06.23.03* @ *4:02 p.m.*
"yr the type of girl i want to lay next to and watch the planets collide."
oh, this boy had unparalleled intelligence, rock hard beliefs in himself, and a stance of strong opposition to forces that attempted to bring him down, whether it was an internal or external force.
and the way his eyes seemed to ignite whenever he started to speak about something he believed in, oh, that really caught my attention. so much so that i stared into his ignited eyes in an eager attempt to drink that enthusiasm from him.
but instead, i curled up in the wet grass with him...talking politics to the left side of his chest and enjoying the fact that the fingers of his left hand kept writing poems on the small of my back.
and when i finished my beer exceptionally fast, he said, "that's me girl..."
and well, laying in the hills of inverness, those hills that look like love letters from san francisco, with a boy who has so much life in his lips and knowledge in his head...
that's the stuff snotgirl weekends are supposed to be made of.