My ciber-man

I wish i could touch his hands i wish i could kiss his lips I wish i could look at his eyes and see his soul, see his heart, together with mine as just one it's misterious, it's intriguing he hook me up since the beginning... I can be myself around him no more masks, no more walls, I treasure every moment we share I dare to play silly and i don't care I laugh at myself I feel so goofy, I am so into him... I can spend all night just chatting about nothing just talking about silly things hanging out in front of my screen hearing his lovely voice on my speakers and doing anything to hear him cute giggling... It's so special I sometimes feel it's not true, but it is, and it's full of enemyes like time, distance, society, and just a friend, love... I bless my screen, i bless latinmail, i bless internet, i bless my mexican sweetheart,   he really makes a little part of my day happier, brighter... thank you sweety, thank you my love i appreciate your candor, your sweetness, and all your words... Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 10:26 AM PST   0 • 18 • 10