Natasha Virginia. When I met her, she was wrapped in this pretty, Godiva chocolate skin. She looked good enough to eat, but I promised I wouldn't bite. I feel like I know who she is already. I've seen her somewhere before. Shopping, maybe? Walking, dreaming? I just can't put my finger on it...
I just met her and I can already be myself. I can talk, be, look and do me, myself. How comfortable. My very first impression was just wow, she is profound. A pretty, well defined, super woman-like thing she was. She has a huge aura which is fantastically bright and white. Thank God for shades...
We talk a lot on the phone because I've never gotten bored. Her narrative is mysteriously hypnotic beside an extremely calm, soothing speaking voice. Needless to say, Virginia would put me to sleep at night. In a sense, she was my very own Nyquil brand cough medicine. I get sick now on purpose. I take it every night with absolutely no fight. And so she usually does most of the talking...
Many of her existential stories scream of personal experience. Equally dividing between happiness and misfortune, she tells tales of life, much of which could fill a thick book. Interesting and adventurous they are. Full of substance and gossip. I can't wait 'till she finally publishes it. I'll be the first in line for a copy.
She can relate to many of my problems and even suggest ways that I might solve them. I like that.
I guess with her there's no ending.
She is so, so interesting...
I miss her.
Now I want to kiss her.
Prose / Friendship / Love
I just met her and I can already be myself. I can talk, be, look and do me, myself. How comfortable. My very first impression was just wow, she is profound. A pretty, well defined, super woman-like thing she was. She has a huge aura which is fantastically bright and white. Thank God for shades...
We talk a lot on the phone because I've never gotten bored. Her narrative is mysteriously hypnotic beside an extremely calm, soothing speaking voice. Needless to say, Virginia would put me to sleep at night. In a sense, she was my very own Nyquil brand cough medicine. I get sick now on purpose. I take it every night with absolutely no fight. And so she usually does most of the talking...Many of her existential stories scream of personal experience. Equally dividing between happiness and misfortune, she tells tales of life, much of which could fill a thick book. Interesting and adventurous they are. Full of substance and gossip. I can't wait 'till she finally publishes it. I'll be the first in line for a copy.
She can relate to many of my problems and even suggest ways that I might solve them. I like that.
I guess with her there's no ending.
She is so, so interesting...
I miss her.
Now I want to kiss her.
Prose / Friendship / Love
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