damik's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Of Musk and Men As I climb into bed his calogne lingers on my skin. Does he know homuch I love him? He makes me feel safe. And special. But I wonder what I can do, how I can show him that he means the world to me. I wish I was the kind of girl who remembers to do the little things, pack him a lunch, have his favorite leasure activity set up for him when he gets home. Go out and wash his car. Sometimes he gets suspious when I say "I love you" in a certian way, like what does she want now. Just like I would like a flower from time to time, I should present him with a token of my affections, too. While I ponder a wordless way to say I love you, the scent of him drifts with me off to sleep. 11:30 p.m. - 11-22-02 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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