Dancing in the moonlight
I'd forgotten what's it's like to be alive.
I'd forgotten to dance.
Mesmerised.
Salsa. Bachata. Zumba. I was in heaven.
Nothing can take these moments away.
So at 34... Let's look at what love looks like, as a definition
I remember dancing used to be right up there. But looking at how toned the women are and how sleek the moves are, I guess subconsciously I moved it out of the way. But it's still right up there. I can't believe how alive I felt. Like I was in some time warp and nothing could take me away from that moment
JC. Always. No compromise on You.
Loves animals.
Lives a simple life. Enough money to make a house a home.
I dunno about kids right now. I'm mixed. Will need to figure it out.
Will make the effort to understand how complex I am.
Who wants to backpack around the world.
Adopt a dog and a kid. The best.
Is a little chubby.
Wants to experience new things... Always.
Who won't give up.
Doesn't sound like the list has changed much.
Nyeh.
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