love, you are stellar; the good, bad and exponential elements of the overused 4-letter term to describe infatuation .

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

In a crowded room ,

We both stand-in a crowded room. Swarms of people around us, but all I see is you. For a brief moment we make eye contact, and our eyes lock. Everything around us blurs, and the only one I see is you. We connect, if only for a moment. And then, without warning we're whisked back to reality. You pretend this didn't just occur, so as not to seem conspicuous, I mirror this. This connection, not everyone feels it. And for that brief moment, we were not in a crowded room. It was just you, and I.

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