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Friday, December 14 || 12/14/2012 09:21:00 AM
tomorrow is the day.
Wait it's already Saturday now, so it's much more appropriate to say it as, XX hours before the event starts. I suppose to be sleeping now, but well, I just felt like writing something before going to bed, since I don't know how to express this to my friends. You see it's kinda weird. My mind is functioning weirdly these days.
Today, to be honest, it's actually the first time I danced with my partner with his hand on my waist. It was, comfortable. Man I sounded like a pedo now. Our hands are both clenched together and his other hand on my waist, and me screwing up the steps. I might be a dancer, but ballroom is seriously not my forte. I never had the sense of cooperation with my partner, two different people, different personalities? Maybe not. I'm just quite shy about it at first but still put on that " I AM A FUCKING PRO" mask.
Lately, I had been craving for love. I crave for a guy to care about me? More hugs, more holding hands and stuff. Seriously, humans are so warm. Know I understand why we're said to be the God's best creation. A touch is simple, yet deep. The warmth from the second party just seeps into your skin and tingly waves just starts to form in your heart. And... Maybe younger men aren't that bad at all. Age really is a number.
well, good night.
