I love a rainy night

[uberreiniger]

Tonight was what is slowly-evolving into my weekly hang-out night with my best friend and (mostly) former love interest Lesley. We watched the second-to-last-ever episode of Buffy, then she made me home-made french fries and chicken salad while we had an interesting two-hour conversation about sex, the losing of one's virginity, dreams and their meaning, and other such Freudian things. Then, she asked me to critique her belly-dancing routine. (I will NEVER look at Evanescence's "Bring Me To Life" the same way again.") This led to an hour-long discussion on dance and music theory. Then I walked home in the rain.

Sometimes it feels like you're grasping a fistful of thorns until you get to smell the rose at the end. It's only when the present begins to feel exactly like the past you wish you'd left behind that you realize what it is to hurt for a future that was never yours. To wish, to wish...

If wishes had wings, statues would fear them as they currently fear only pigeons.