he_touched_my_neck pralines&cream Tonight I felt an unexpected feeling. It reminded me of the time when I was falling for Him, when he flitted through my mind at least once a period. I thought I'd gotten over that; He told me I was like a sister to Him. I tried to be one. And then, as we talked to Him, He touched my neck, to guide me over somewhere else. One small touch, such unexpected feelings. Like a dormant volcano which thought it had died, exploding. I didn't know I still had those "un-sisterly" emotions left over from so long ago. He left my mind dazed. As I turned the touch over in my head on the way home, wondering what He means to me, consciously and unconsciously, my thoughts wandered to You. And I thought of where you were right then - at your wrestling match, in your singlet, your face pale and drained and tired and all the gel wrestled out of your hair. And the image of You made me smile; I actually smiled, sitting in my car, listening to No Doubt; yes, i smiled out loud. And Your haggard face made me happy and proud and excited to see you again. Then I thought of Him, again, and His touch on my neck. And I thought of You, and all your touches, and kisses, and fingertip_tracings, and I loved You all over again. Then I thought of Him and his touch. And I knew that I love You. 020111 what's it to you? who go blather from