I saw Lisa again today.
Not in class; she was just walking across campus.
We didn't speak; I watched her walk by and she noticed me watching.
I waved.
She waved back.
Not in class; she was just walking across campus.
We didn't speak; I watched her walk by and she noticed me watching.
I waved.
She waved back.
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Although we have had an idea that with a decent pour of ginger refresher cordial (which I have) they might be bearable! And of course, still alcoholic... so next time you come round you can try it and see!
Rook said: Well, hello there...
How you doin'? wink
Well hello to you too! Oh, I am great. Feeling energised and happy.
Be still my beating heart! I really adore these moments. I had several months of still-life anticipation with a trumpeter. The very first time I met him, I was at a party, rumbling around with my nearest and dearest. I certainly wasn't taking notice of any gorgeous men. I was busy dancing in the kitchen. But that night, I had this deep, complex dream that I saw him from as a very young boy, as he is now, and into his old age. It was the first (and so far only) dream that I have had of that sort. I remember jolting awake, out of breath. Then for whatever reason, he was always in my life... on the street, at every gig I went to, every party, on the bus. He knew everyone that I knew and he was everywhere that I was. My mouth would literally go dry and my heart would beat so fast I felt dizzy. Sometimes, I still do.