Being turned out by him was wehn he looked into my eyes and smiled, when he spoke and balanced my irrationality. When he firmly disagreed yet gently told me.
Being turned out was when i thought about all his little mannerisms, when his accent vibrated through my body.
i must admit, being turned out by him was when time froze and my senses took his essence in and exploded.


Sorry to steal your thread... when i read your writing i had to write. So what i have written is stright from my emotions. Hopefully it makes sense.

Soul