When I wake up, I can't help but stare at the spot he has vacated as if he'd left an outline there. Or as if he was a figure in a snowglobe and even though he's gone, that spot where he was has been shaken, just gently, and glitter or snow is tumbling. That spot is just magical and maybe I'll get so caught up in the beauty of it that I won't really notice he's actually gone. I'll probably think that he has delicately vanished for a few moments to get out the snow because I know he just hates it when snow lands in his hair.
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Date: 2003-08-08 11:53 am (UTC)