o, Natalie, with those eyes. oh, those eyes. and that cute nose and those graceful ears, those full, pouting lips. Natalie, with her perky breasts and firm bottom, wise beyond her years.
why can't i just adopt a free-love, do-whatever-makes-you-feel-good-no-matter-how-it-may-hurt-someone-else lifestyle, like spacegrout? why do i feel compelled to be true to one, special individual, that we may enrich each other's lives to the exclusion of all others? to have a place which exists only because we are together that we can both go to for feelings of belonging, safety and comfort.
this madness is tearing me apart. o Natalie, o opalhawk....