The Fly Who Bagged Me


The need to write something is so overpowering at this point yet no significant thoughts are forthcoming.

I relayed the fact that I would be meeting someone, and I did. Someone very special in fact. What happened this weekend is still a mystery to me. No, not the actually, physical events, that I understand, I was there after all. What is baffling me is what happened in my heart, and possibly in his too. Something shifted in the concrete that was settling in my being. Something cracked. And it felt good. No, correction, it felt simply glorious.

I feel alive again. I feel hopeful. I look forward to every day for I know he is there, I know he is thinking of me.

The physical, known events are as follows.

We met at the local hang-out where all the décor is a very, very shocking and mildly disturbing pink. One look at the interior had us en route to the car and onwards in search of greener pastures. Out journey took us, in total, to four different malls. After leaving the last mall we got lost for a while, eventually managin to find our way back to civilisation.

As luck would have it, we ended up back at the Pink Horror and stayed there well into the early morning hours. At my gate we decided it shan’t end just yet. This attitude and thought pattern led to me spending the entire weekend in his company.

In essence, in total I think what I’m trying to establish is what the hell happened? It is so…thought provoking, these stirrings in my soul.

But I have decided on something, for once I am not going to analyse the shit out of what we have and what I feel.

In fact, for once, I have no driving compulsion, no need to do so.