pretty much it

love is wonderful. This is what I've written and thought but I wanted to write life. Life and love are a little bit similar. Something it's with it. Life,love, love,life.. Life would be terrible without love. Love is  sensitive as a leaf of a flower, as a gently kiss.. When lips are crushing on lips... When tongues are dancing a ballet... and there's no time. You cannot think about weather, school, friends.. You just think about the taste, smell, touch.. and you love it. Is there something more pleasurable? Maybe sport or sex (this I actually didn't try. I'm just saying what I've heard). Mmmmmmm.... Fantasizing makes me so relaxed and much happier and calmer. Hmm, hmm. Tonight, after jogging I need to talk with M about school. I feel that we could be good friends. Really!