On New Years Eve of 2008, I met a guy I would eventually fall in love with.
Ninety days later, he left the country.
This blog is both an online diary of the thirty9 weeks until I see him again
& a recollection of the events that created 'us'.
A running commentary on a long distance relationship friendship.


A failed relationship - documented.
The final installment of 'Our Story' was never written & I doubt it ever will be.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Sway

Dear Man Friend,
I know this isn't your kinda music, but it is mine.
If you'd be so kind, I'd like to dance with you to this at some point.
We need not go anywhere and no one need see.
It will be our moment and our song (one of many I know).
Love, Your Girl.

When marimba rhythms starts to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more


Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me


Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak


I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now


Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak


I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

You know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

Michael Buble`

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