I love walking in the sun.
I love just standing with a handful of people I really like.
I love giving a hug to a friend who really needs one and discovering that I needed one even more.
I love to talk with people who like me, or just find my input amusing or entertaining.
I love to listen to your heart when it comes pouring out.
I love the fog.
I love the ocean.
I love to dance in public places because I just can’t stand how wonderful the music is.
I love the way music makes me feel.
I love finally connecting with a friend after playing phone tag for weeks.
I love to watch people walk by.
I love the swirling colors of the world.
I love laying on my back, right here on the floor, feeling like I’m going to die because I just love you so much I don’t think my heart can stand another beat.
I love the buzzing in my ears.
I love the smell of a freshly lit cigarette.
I love the taste of coffee.
I love the smell of tea brewing.
I love the feeling of steam against my face.
I love the feeling of tension leaving me, however reluctantly, as I raise my hands to the sky, and stretch.
I love the wind brushing against my face.
I love the sound of laughter.
I love how my mind will tell me the truth, how I can see clearly what’s going on, and I love how my heart can continue to pretend that it’s not true.
I love this horrible, nasty, selfish, destructive world.
I love flowers.
I love leaves, trees, shrubs, grass, sand, ice, water, stone, metal, rust, and skin.
I love the way my son looks when he first wakes up.
I love the way he smells all the time.
I love the sun shining on my face, warming my hair, and soothing me gently.
I love the taste of fresh squeezed limes in soda water.
I love Jazz, house, reggae, soul, disco, and punk rock.
I love my mother, my father, my brother, my sisters, my fiends, and my son.
I love long hair on a woman, but I love short hair on a man.
I love how easy it is to make you laugh.
I love how absolutely furious I get at the sight of George W. Bush’s face.
I love reading.
I love the way paper feels in my fingers.
I love how all I have to do is think of you, and I am grinning with happiness or weeping with bitterness and I never know which one it will be.
I love the feeling of dancing all night and getting in after sunrise.
I love sleeping all day.
I love to stay up all night.
I love being sober.
I love to be drunk with fascination, anticipation, joy, and laughter.
I love to be the only person in sight on the beach.
I love to let people go ahead of me.
I love to think of you.
I love the way your eyes light up when you look at me.
I love the feeling of your fingers on my back.
I love to see you dance.
I love to make you smile.
I love the heady road of life in front of me.
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I love that I can buy a latte and put it in the glovebox of the ET4, drive to work and not spill a drop : )
I am grateful for so much, too much to really list. Every moment is precious : )
the sight of your post had me burst out laughing with happiness and surprise because someone and I realized last night that we are “fools for love”…………
I also wanted to say that coming out to your loft partynight in New York was an incredible experience for me. I wanted to drop to my knees and cry, scream and pound out with my feet all my pain, fears and tears right there on the dance floor…
I have had the “power” of house “explained” to me many times, but I don’t think that I really understood till I saw you up there, unashamedly belting out from the depths of your soul, showing a glimpse of that place that we all carry inside but run away from all our lives..
I am crazy for love, thank you sunshine for helping me be stronger every day
:)
I love being reminded that there’s some love left in this crazy world!
: )
Whoa… after hearing Fatima’s description of how you moved her doing what you do, I GOTTA EXPERIENCE THIS SIDE OF YOU. Please don’t stop doing that if you can invoke that kind of reaction.
love the love that loves to love :)
I love an unexpected clear, warm day. I love wearing sandals for months straight. I love the kindness of strangers. I love the inner beauty of people reflected in their faces. I love losing myself in music. I love grooving next to old friends and making new ones on the dance floor. I love summer peaches and nectarines. I love Nightmares On Wax. I love giving myself an attitude adjustment. I love babies laughter. I love being a mother. I love being a hopeless romantic. I love the feelings and ideas that love gives me. I love finding gratitude.
drwahwah: or anyone else, quick, please give me the reference point of the song for
love the love that loves to love
going a little nuts here… I feel it whisper in my ear and kiss me on the forehead then run away…
love the love that loves to love.
Van Morrison. “Madame George”. One of my favorite songs. Thank GOD I solved that one. :)