Original post: 7/24/08 at 2:13 AM
The moment you step into a room, I know what to do. I smile, look up at the ceiling, and sink back into the couch, my eyes following you from one side to the next. And when you finally decide to sit down - after talking for hours with people - I'll sit next to you and smile while looking up. You ask me why I'm not saying anything. I tell you that I've seen you talking all night. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to share a few more words. So we talk. Until everyone leaves, us sitting on the couch, throwing more wood into the fireplace. I was cold too.
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