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My Wild Love: Early Morning, after 2 11/14/12

I talked about the song.
the doors and this song all night saying that it would be amazing to be able to sing it.

"it's beautiful. I never heard anything like it. 
wish you could hear it. 

shoot."

it was okay.
you didn't seem to mind; we just enjoyed the moment. soon it was time to go and to kick off..
get going to a life we had when we first walked in.
it was not easy to let go of; i think Jennifer knew.
it was by luck we had two cars.  Jenn could go home and i could be with you.
you were all i could think about.

i thought ...you might be forbidden, but the feeling was too right to look back.
you had to hear the song.
its melody was amazing, and i said there is nothing quite like it.

"it's better than Crystal Ship!
(smiling )

"what!!?"
(smiling)

"it's better than Crystal Ship, or Blue Sunday... Here... you'll hear it. 
get in."

You got in the car, sorta impressed by my wheels...
that was cute of you, but you appreciated the car. that was really cool.
so i dug out the iPod,
hooked it up,
sitting on one hip and a heel, i looked at you.

"you'll see."

and then it played

" i loooooooooove youuuuuuuuuuuuu. the best,
better than allllllllllllllllll the resttttttt.
that I meeeeeeeet in the summmmer, Indian Summer...."

and then Robbie played... it was amazing.
then i looked at you. i felt cold inside, tingly...it was intimidating.
my heart was metal thudding inside of me.

"iiiiii love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu the bestttttttttt
better than alllllllllllll the resttttttttt........"

the iPod skipped. i played it again. the whole way through.
you had to hear.... i wanted to make sure.

you listened,
you understood...
appreciated the message of the singer and the band.
you appreciated.

then i looked down,
at you, cold, nervous, excited and scared, smiled at you...

"well, whatcha think"?

"Wow. It starts with 'love' ..."

"Yeah".

"That's awesome...."
"yeah it's pretty awesome."
"I don't know how to tell you this, it's kind of weird but... I love you. "

"i loove you"?
"Yeah. I loooove you."

"so do i, it's so weird. i know i just met you and you are very cool...but i really really feel it. i am not just saying this. i really feel that i love you!!! i love you! "

"I love you too."

then we kissed....and kissed. we did not look up.

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