Tumultuous--that is how I feel when I think ofhim. Warm and fuzzy, hot and cold, all at thesame time. I think of his fair face, his hard, piercingeyes and dark hair, his gentle hands that could berough with impatience, and his crooked smile thatmade me yearn. There were other things about himthat also made me yearn, I think with a smile--hisstrong, magnificient body that made me go weak.The effect he has on me is wonderful, yet at timesit is confusing and terrifying. I think of him whenI wake up in the afternoon, and when I fall asleepat dawn. I waited for him to call so I could run tohim and be cradled his arms again. I ached for himall the time because with him I feel special.

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