"You're King of a Nutshell, Nutshell, Nutshell, Prison..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

I am falling in love with a girl at my dance class; or rather I am falling in love with her face. She has the most beautiful profile--it's straight and elegant and her hair is waved back from her face and she looks like a stone statue, except that her eyes are too lovely to be stone, and she has tall elegant eyebrows that are very expressive, and such a clear, strong face. She looks like she would be amazing. She doesn't wear the proper dancing shoes, but she dances very well in sneakers.

Sigh. I fall madly in adoration far too much.

I am experiencing residual emotional fallout, pray pardon (or, better yet, ignore) me.

Gah.

Comments

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

I've done that! And with a dancer, too. :-) There's something very elegant and ethereal and sensual about dancers. I love them. I wish I were one. There was something lovely about her name, too -- Charlotte. I've always liked that name.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

*pokes the subject line* -- Was ist?

One can never have too much love and adoration.