Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Dear Kelt,

True LoveIt was cold that evening - and even the spitting and crackling of the fire in the fireplace couldn't scare away the wafting chills that snuck in through the floorboards. The two lovers were lying on the couch; intertwined so closely, yet so naturally. This kind of love - one would think if they were to see it - does not come around often. The young girl, in a thick black turtleneck and a short pleated skirt, was leaning up against her love gently, eyes just barely open, and watching the fire with a vague, sleepy appreciation for it's warmth. The handsome man was also blinking tiredly - the lethargy of the moment overtaking him too, breathingTrue Love
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I am who I am. I may not be perfect, but perfection can be pretty boring you know!
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Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi
But anyways. Thanks again. ^^ Very much appreciated.
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Kitty sayz:
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Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi
He´s really great friend to talk with and guy to be with.. Hold on him... *smiling, punches lightly yours shoulder*
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Kitty sayz:
I really appreciate it, and you're right, he's great.
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Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi
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Kitty sayz:
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when life gives you lemons squirt them in someone's eyes until they cry and beg for mercy
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Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi
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when life gives you lemons squirt them in someone's eyes until they cry and beg for mercy
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