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.:)
when words read a million times over but still never a bore.(unlike my exam notes that are boring me to tears)
"When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. You would think it's so important that it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain." --Cecelia Ahern
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