Beautiful Moments
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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A night with the girl I would have given my life to
After taking my friend, the most beautiful redhead ever, out one night, we went back to her house in the country. We jumped on her trampoline and talked for half an hour, and then Laid down next to each other and stared up at the most beautiful starry sky for another hour and talked and watched shooting stars.
Unfortunately, nothing ever happened between us, and I haven't talked to her in two years.
But one of my favourite songs ("Your Wildest Dreams" by the Moody Blues. Look up the lyrics.) captures exactly the way I feel about her, and I never think of or hear the song without thinking about her and that night.
( , Mon 14 Mar 2005, 1:44, Reply)
After taking my friend, the most beautiful redhead ever, out one night, we went back to her house in the country. We jumped on her trampoline and talked for half an hour, and then Laid down next to each other and stared up at the most beautiful starry sky for another hour and talked and watched shooting stars.
Unfortunately, nothing ever happened between us, and I haven't talked to her in two years.
But one of my favourite songs ("Your Wildest Dreams" by the Moody Blues. Look up the lyrics.) captures exactly the way I feel about her, and I never think of or hear the song without thinking about her and that night.
( , Mon 14 Mar 2005, 1:44, Reply)
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