This entry may take the form of two parts- for i have far too much to tell in just one and with so little time.
On Friday we had a party- it was fun and I don’t really want to say too much about it. it was a party. It was in my house. We drank tequila. it was fun.
Saturday i went into London. i got the tube northbound to Baker Street then i jumped on the Central line and got off at St Paul’s. I walked across the millennium bridge. the sun hit the metal under path and hit my eyes, the river running underneath looked beautiful in the sun and the wind was blowing strongly threw my hair. That’s when i had my moment. this is exactly what love should feel like.. This moment. Stood on my own on top of a bridge in the middle of London. Perfectly wonderful and i knew i was happy and this is exactly what everyone should feel every minute of the day. just in that one spot, however after several minutes someone knocked me as they walked past and the sun was shining so bright that i got the beginnings of a headache... So i carried on walking, Simple Kid playing on my stereo and my coat zipped up to the top and went to the Tate Modern. I walked around for a few hours marvelling at the art, the ideas and the creativity that makes life worth living. i cant tell you much about that because it would take to long and that is a whole nother entry entirely.
at 3 oclock i went to kings cross. i hate kings cross, its dirty and smells like sewage. it looks like my worst nightmare. i stood under the arrival signs and waited, Simple Kid still honouring me with his music, and i watched the people. the homeless and the business and waited. at 3.13 i met my friend from their train. i hugged them so hard it felt like i might explode. just standing there in the middle of the busy station.. just hugging. we went back to the bridge and back to st pauls and watched the boats go by and looked out as far as we could. we walked down south bank, we lay on the floor under a huge piece of art in the tate and we went to waterloo.
We caught the train right back to Wycombe and walked through town in the rain and bought cigarettes which were all to quickly consumed whilst we laughed and joked and he told me things I never knew before. We went to the pub and we saw people and we saw a band that I like and Claire was there too and then we went home and hid in cocoon of us and talked about a world I didn’t think even existed past the movies and the books I had read and past the songs we listened too.
We awoke early on Sunday. The rain was pouring and we were sleepey and ate breakfast in a café that I had never been in and walked around shops that had never looked so good until then and we were going to go on adventures but ended up going home and turning my room into a cave of us and the TV played and we laughed at each other- mostly I laughed at the jokes being told to me. And I was happy. I was so happy and so content, and so much more than I had been before.
Monday turned the world we had created into a world that was shared with others and back to the train station for goodbyes, I never know what to say I never know what is too much or what is not enough and I never get it right. So our goodbye was said and I miss them like hell. My special friend and me. Me and my special, dear friend. My perfectly perfect weekend, did I mention how very very pretty they sound when they said something intelligent?