And They Will Never Know The Love We Share

i am rendered speechless by the impact one little dinner with long-lost friends can have on me.

it is simply amazing how just by hanging out for a measly 3 hours, with the people that you know and love, and who know you and love you, you can feel infinitely revitalised- as if every neuron, nerve and fibre of your being is being brought to life, as if every single part of you exists, and is recognised. it is orgasmically refreshing, to be part of a 5-way endless conversation, in which you telepathically know what they next person will say, can say or is going to say, or how you totally and completely get whatever slight innuendo implied right off the cuff, without hesitating even for a second as to consider to what they might be implying, because it is the very same thing you were thinking too.

how long was i stuck in a rut, and i couldn't do anything about it. i tried climbing out, but to no avail...

and just by seeing fck and lucy for a few hours, i feel totally validated- it's as if somehow, magically, fantastically, their mere presence fills a void in our little group.... i did not realise how much i have missed these two sluts. especially since they do not appear on facebook or any online media whatsoever by which i can check up on them....



if you love me, why do you play with my heart so? why do you rip it out, only to bring it back for a season, letting me taste the beauty of life, before taking it with you again as you go?