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May 2, 2009
What it feels like when he says these things that make me think he sees me in his future: that first refreshing gust of outside air after Iíve been indoors for too long; walking barefoot through soft green grass; spinning my niece around and around and around until weíre both so dizzy we collapse; the first sip of frosty beer on a patio in the sunshine; the chills of anticipation coursing through my body every time we touch; my inability to catch my breath when Iíve laughed so hard that Iím crying; it feels like this and that and everything.