It's 1 o'clock at night. Not in itself a very startling statement you might inject, but I thought it was like 4 in the morning. Because of the thunder. I fucking love thunder. As to why... Dunno, I just feel more alive when it's thundering. And time flies when you're having fun, ie. feeling alive, feeling the blood pounding, the electricity in the air...
One of my fondest memories is from last year, I had just (unofficially, shhh) moved in with Cecilie. It was late summer, and it started storming outside. I mean really tempest...ing. So, naturally, I went outside to get a little closer to the elements. Lo and behold, Cecilie followed me! That was one of the defining moments of our relationship for me, this was pretty much when I became irrevocably entranced with her. We went inside, our clothes were all wet... (oh really!?) So, we took them off and... ahaha, I know what you were thinking you naughty thing, but no, we ran outside again. And stood in the rain, au naturel, kissing. It was beautiful.
Saturday, 4 June 2005
Chronologically challenged.
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