Sunday, March 28, 2004

You and Me

While I'm still here and trying not to stare at the sedatives on my table, I think it's time I log this one down because today deserved it. The only up in my long steep downhill spiral to fucking nothingness.

I have four words to say. "Cheese and mushroom omellete". Oh what the?! I mean... to add to a long list of our very obvious connection, i think that just drove the fucking nail into the coffin. How weird can that be? Honestly. How fucking weird can that be.

You, my friend, have completely proven to me that two people can come from very different backgrounds but still be so connected at every level. Be it emotional or mental or whatever. I just can't even describe it. To use a tacky term I guess would be, "you complete my sentences". Did I just say that out loud? I'm sorry.

From 'he looks like chris ho' to are-you-sure-we-weren't-seperated-at-birth in meetings I can count on both hands. It surpasses any speed of friendships I've made. It feels like the theme from The Twilight Zone should be playing right about the moment you asked me whether it was me you were speaking to about breakfast cravings. No dear. Not at all. Can you imagine?

It's the smallest things that make you realise how weird the world can get and how connected we all fucking are. I'm glad I'm not the only crazy one. I'm glad I found you in male form. I'm glad that I can call you as and when I feel like it. I'm glad that you fake your hugs. I'm glad that you get me without even trying. I'm glad that you're silent when most needed. I'm glad you make me laugh. I'm glad you speak so fast. I'm glad you're mature about your emotions. I'm glad that we're going to make breakfast at lunchtime.

I'm glad we met. Just you and me.

::me:: at 07:50