and our story continues...

the story continues, the story of the boy, i am lost, he thought, i am lost. returning from the old streets, having seen my dear longtime friends c. and m., radio tuned to the show called echoes, [reminds me that i gotta track something down from tonight's playlist. - ed.] which reminded me of another show called hearts of space, both of which i used to listen to on sunday evenings on the local non-profit radio station when i lived back in the city. it was nostalgic and somewhat bittersweet, reminding me of you, our times there together, as a couple. we had some good times there, you and i. you were usually happy when we went there. most of the times we went.

"i know you've moved on. don't ask me how, doll -- i just know. trust me. our spirits haven't been separated for long enough that i can't still feel these things. it's ok.

"really. try not to look surprised. i mean it. it's all ok. i hope you're well."

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and the horoscope says........(*drum roll*) --

Every now and then, the universe steps in, makes an executive decision, and forces us to take a right when we were absolutely sure we'd be taking a left. This is one of those times, and as sensitive as you are, you'll realize it as soon as you open your eyes this morning. So when you end up someplace you weren't supposed to be anywhere near, chatting with someone you feel an immediate affinity towards, you'll get it. You were supposed to meet.

sounds scary, and yet......that's SO what i want!