Lucky
03/07/2005 07:16 a.m.
How do you ever get to the point where love asserts itself as poignant little pangs in your gut, little knawings when you realize that even though they've never really been there in your arms the whole night, suddenly you miss them enough to feel the void? How do you get to the point where someones voice, and just knowing they've been thinking about you just as much as you've been thinking about them, can turn the worst weekend ever into nothing. Into fineness. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.