2005-01-31 - 1:41 a.m. you are asleep in the room over. probably curled, on your side, facing the alarm clock, the dog having wandered into your arms or onto your head. earlier we half slow-danced to nothing in the living room. i haven't told you this, and maybe it doesn't count as much because i'm not looking at you and telling you this, but it's true, either way: i've never danced with anyone. that's a half lie. i had to dance with a girl in high school in dance class. we waltzed. she was much taller than me so she led. as an aside i think you should also know this: right now i am incredibly hungry and really wish you hadn't eaten that last ice cream sandwich. if i am sad, it is only because i gave you that last dessert goodness. i love you. you should also know that. i've loved other people, yes. i still care and love them, yes. but i have loved each of them differently, and i love you differently. i slow dance with you. i am here. with you. you've got my heart. for what it's worth. previous - next