Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2004-11-14 01:56:30 (UTC)

Saturday Night Looking Up

It's 1113, Saturday. 751pm. It's dropped to a dark pitch.
Our streetlights tend to not work during these times. But,
as oddly as it might sound ... I can feel things around
me. I can feel where things are, which way the wind
blows, ... and I'm not outside. But that's probably
because I've lived here awhile and I looked at the weather
page.

I'm feeling better. The night actually picked up. Echo
came back on and I told her I was sorry. She told me as
well. I think what was strange was that when she signed
on, I totally forgot I was suppose to be angry with her.
It was like it didn't matter to me. Just her sheer
presence is enough to make me happy. I think, maybe it was
the same for her. Judging by the level of affection she
gave me.

We made up. She told me the sweetest thing. It was
something she was going to do tonight that she wanted me
to know she'd do because of me. I don't think I've ever
had anyone do that for me before. Probably because I've
not really been in this situation before. Well, once. But
it wasn't as loving a relationship as the one I have with
Echo. I'll mention that another time. It's been about
three years since I mentioned her name. I think about her
now and then, but only in passing. "What ever happened to
her?" As opposed to any sort of feelings of attatchment.

I'll finish this later ...




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