this is dedicated to the one i love
it doesn't get mo' betters than crying over dj temporicans post...after having eaten one too many dumplings at dinner this evening, my tummy is full.
and, now, so is my heart.
i know i found this missing link in temps.
you know that cloth, that cloth she speaks of...
there was this hole in it, right in the middle, you know...
and you know what, she's that piece.
that piece, you know, at the heart of the cloth...the core of the cloth, that was missing.
she filled it in, and now i am whole.
i cannot wait til temps is home, for into my arms i want her to run.
i love temps.
i love her with all my heart.
without her, this blog would not exist.
without her, i would have never quit nerve.
she's filled the void.
won me over with her witty ways, tales, dance moves and contagious laughter.
everywhere i went this weekend, she lingered...
for barnes and noble, which i visited once a day to read and support the starbucks monopoly, played the jewel cd on a loop...
i heard hands at least once a day, and i knew temps was forever by my side. she was here all along. she never went to puerto rico, the shining star, she was like sade...by my side
i cannot wait to hamburger with her.
for she is my carne goddess.
and this rant may have nothing and everything to do with dates.
and it's a shout back at my gurl...
and the many ways she has touched my life, changed my life and added to it.
she's my other part of it and by it, i mean she my first my last - my errything.
my untouched part. the pure. the untainted. the side of my webbing and trolling that strives to heal the greater good...
right now, my heart is whole.
now that i'm wrapped, imma calling her.
just to hear her voice.
and...
to tell her i love her.
and to tell her that i would do her too.
because there's no one more gorgeous and good spirited and beautiful. a true being of light this dj temporican is. she is...
buenos noche.
posted by tinamarie @ 10:08 PM
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