"Not our lives. Not mine. I love this, all of this."
She beamed at them both brightly, radiating enough joy of her own to compete with the hidden sun.
"This is what my life is, places like this all the time." That was to Byron, whose hand she held onto a little tighter as though doing so would make all that joy wear off onto him a little.
"This is what it's like, and I love it, and I'm so happy I got to show it to someone who can appreciate it."
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Date: 2006-10-22 03:29 am (UTC)She beamed at them both brightly, radiating enough joy of her own to compete with the hidden sun.
"This is what my life is, places like this all the time." That was to Byron, whose hand she held onto a little tighter as though doing so would make all that joy wear off onto him a little.
"This is what it's like, and I love it, and I'm so happy I got to show it to someone who can appreciate it."