Log - February 15, 2006
Isn't love a delightful thing, Journal?
Valentines amplifies such a thing.
So intense. Ever so intense...
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Maim and I exchanged our presents.
His is so thoughtful. It's a gold watch.
So I can love him forever, but can see when that part of forever is.
Ever so thoughtful...it's why I love him so much...
Mine was a journal for him, Journal.
A man of his talents certainly has sketches to do. Or poetry.
Oh, I can't wait to see some of his work. But unlike him..I can control my curiosity.
Not that I mind him peeking into you, my Journal.
It's not like you are locked, are you, my ex-tree love?
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My Maim got himself a new haircut. Dressed up. Made dinner.
What did I ever do to deserve such a wondrous person...
And all I could counter with was a night's walk at the beach.
Never before had the moon shone that brightly though.
- The soft sand rising between our toes, the cold water making him shiver every time it hit his bare feet. We both smiled..we kissed..and for those love-filled moments, it seemed like we were the only people in Gaia.
heart
~K.Utagawa
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My life as a Gaian - by K. Utagawa
The entries up to May 24 2010 are pages from my old journal, which I've left behind. --- I have not yet started a new journal. --- This is a collection of Gaian experiences, by Kazumaru Utagawa.
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