even now i sit here in enveloped in orange light eating green sour grapes listening to songs with sad lyrics but feeling pretty high on that substance we call love. oh so mushy so cheesy sometimes but it's ok really love permits you to be flushed inside with the sweet stuff, and bask in the glow. all humans must love, must receive love. and i could sit in your hug holding your hands entwined in mine for hours. i love the texture of your skin and i love tracing the the blue veins that spread like lines on a map across your hands with my fingers.

that said, i think distance is good sometimes. cos i sit here now actually missing your presence and thinking and feeling intently the intensity of a hug, the unparalleled happiness of a little afternoon hand holding. MY i chope you already.

back to the plot narrative, we had oh so good fish soup today and kickboxing was not as intense as i liked it to be, a bit lar di dar, i want the original instructor back.