I am really missing someone at the moment.
Someone I’ve known for almost 4 months.
Someone who just gets it. Gets me.
That’s quite a rare thing. That hasn’t happened in a fuck-long time. Not everyone understands an eccentric, stoic, into-self-preservation, now-very-guarded, no-more-nonsense soul, but someone out there does.
I’ve become very good at hiding stuff these days. Finally. Because I never used to be able to do that.
I now have the ability hide a heart on my sleeve.
Fancy that. Who fucken knew.
My life – personal, heart-related stuff –at the moment - is fairly complicated, I’ll say that much. If only you fucken knew, but I’ll save the granular semantics for the deep recesses of my brain, rather than here.
This person doesn’t live in my country. But of course he doesn’t. Obviously.
Perhaps I had too many drinks last night. My German friend/colleague is out at the moment, and it’s nice to have his face in town.
This negates completely from the fact. That sometimes you really just miss someone. Whether there’s no reason, rhyme, logic, anything that would make it remotely sensicle. Geographically or otherwise.
So yes. Not many people know, not even half of my friends. (See? I’m gooood. I’m very nearly…demure, like, almost.)
So that’s what it is. Nothing more; nothing less.