diggable mindful ~after a long conversation of getting to know each other, again: I'm not saying I ain't feeling you that way, and in this instance your eyes speak in "broken tongue" and I wanna touch them just to see if they're real. She's quiet, small-framed, intuitive, and so into mischief, but this guy could make a bad gurl...good. You've got this look about yourself, ya know? The kind that makes a brutha wanna slide over and stick wit'cha for a while. I'm not saying I'm out for one main goal. I've noticed you on the corner far too long and well... I'm putting my feelings out there, ya know? Just to see where you're willing to take them. What should she do? His smile plays tag with hers, and the thought of him making breakfast in the morning seems so right, yet so wrong. Study long, study wrong lil' one, I'm telling you what's real. I've been chasing you with these hazels for some time, and now.. you wanna put a brutha on pause? Why the waiting period? His questions are plausible. The outcome may be good. Should she.. could she.. stay for just a while and marinate in his voice? *Sigh* I wouldn't be saying this shit, if I didn't mean it. There's a flare, a glow, some light that just keeps shining around you, and well.. Shit, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be apart of that. Finally. This is what she wanted to hear. She smiles, nods her head and says, "I've always thought you were diggable." 020913 what's it to you? who go blather from