i just got back from my brother's wedding yesterday, so i'm already feeling weak and sentimental about this sort of stuff, and then i had to read this piece. it is really sweet and romantic, and i'm feeling really mushy right now. haha
i also read the comment that freeradical wrote, and i have to say i feel the same way about being plundered. but i have hope that there is somebody for me who will appreciate me and the little details about me, instead of just how i can make him feel.
so sweet. brevity is something that tends to escape me. and pieces like this remind me of why they are important. it may not seem a piece of any important, but whispered sweet nothings are not usually lengthy.
and as a woman, they are what make my heart flutter. they are what make the long distance phone conversations when i couldn't be near him, worth it. they are what stole my breath, and made me fall in love over and over again.
and the way you express it, so perfectly. in some of (in my opinion) best earlier pieces, the base of the neck, the stretch of skin directly between a person's collarbone and ear, that is where we remember the scent and taste of our lovers. the skin there is softest, most vulnerable, most fragile.
pieces like this, make want to go back to being the whimsical passionate darling girl that i was. to find a man that would appreciate and not plunder.
maybe i can go back. i'm just worried that i'll end up being plundered all over again.