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excessive fawning and such ahead. be forewarned.
from my real journal...
CUSTOMIZED FRIENDS GROUP *
I love the wind. it blows and ruffles my hair, and makes me feel empowered and invigorated. It's the same feeling I get when I get caught in the rain. I feel so alive. and the wind on a gentle warm day is even better. It hits me in cooly and brushes my overly long hair out of my eyes. bringing with it a milder version of the scents one finds in the area around them. A gentle abrasion occurs. My last day at TSG was today. I won't see Jeffrey again till the end of May. I miss him already. I realize hes in a relationship, and older, and all that, but I feel like I could just talk with him about anything and everything... forever. When he gives me a friendly hug, I always want to hold the hug a bit longer, breathe in deeply through my nose, smelling his cologne. I feel comfortable and relaxed in his arms, and I briefly slip into a warm place in my mind. Then we release and talk. He has the cutest gay accent. Not especially flamboyant or soft. If anything, he has a bold, experienced voice, with just the occasional drop or lift. He doesn't lose his s's, but caresses them in an adorable way. His wrist isn't limp, but elegantly lowered slightly, and he walks upright, boldly, but with his feet moving across the floor in front of him in an elegantly, and clearly queer way. he leans on my cubicle wall casually and talks about movies, acting, life, the universe, coming out, me, him. He coaxes things I've told almost no-one out of me easily. Hes understanding, and a mentor. He sings beautifully, clearly and crisply, with authenticity and emotion. He confides in me, and I confide in him. He laughs at me, and sneaks up behind me while I'm doing something. I could write so much more... but I won't. I'll get over him, I know- but I almost don't want to.
from my real journal...
CUSTOMIZED FRIENDS GROUP *
I love the wind. it blows and ruffles my hair, and makes me feel empowered and invigorated. It's the same feeling I get when I get caught in the rain. I feel so alive. and the wind on a gentle warm day is even better. It hits me in cooly and brushes my overly long hair out of my eyes. bringing with it a milder version of the scents one finds in the area around them. A gentle abrasion occurs. My last day at TSG was today. I won't see Jeffrey again till the end of May. I miss him already. I realize hes in a relationship, and older, and all that, but I feel like I could just talk with him about anything and everything... forever. When he gives me a friendly hug, I always want to hold the hug a bit longer, breathe in deeply through my nose, smelling his cologne. I feel comfortable and relaxed in his arms, and I briefly slip into a warm place in my mind. Then we release and talk. He has the cutest gay accent. Not especially flamboyant or soft. If anything, he has a bold, experienced voice, with just the occasional drop or lift. He doesn't lose his s's, but caresses them in an adorable way. His wrist isn't limp, but elegantly lowered slightly, and he walks upright, boldly, but with his feet moving across the floor in front of him in an elegantly, and clearly queer way. he leans on my cubicle wall casually and talks about movies, acting, life, the universe, coming out, me, him. He coaxes things I've told almost no-one out of me easily. Hes understanding, and a mentor. He sings beautifully, clearly and crisply, with authenticity and emotion. He confides in me, and I confide in him. He laughs at me, and sneaks up behind me while I'm doing something. I could write so much more... but I won't. I'll get over him, I know- but I almost don't want to.
