i have two left feet and this is probably the most improbable thing that i ought to suggest. but blame it on the hopeless romantic in me (and a walk to remember, or was it the notebook)--wouldnt it be lover-ly to dance in the most deserted of streets illuminated by nothing but a dim streetlamp?:) it's sweet, not so much the dance (which will be a clumsy clambering really, at least for me), but the fact that two can dance to tones and a rhythm, known to no one else but the two of them. their song.:)
cruel to be kind - letters to cleo one of those songs that still dont make sense to me even though i read the lyrics a million times over. but i love it nonetheless, perhaps because of the smile that creeps onto my face everytime i think of the sweet scene between patrick verona and kat stratford in 10 things i hate about you . there's just something about romantic shows that always seem to get me, no matter how cheesy these moments might seem on hindsight.
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