Thursday, May 21, 2009
I put it in my calendar but it will never happen. Never need worry. This event that has been flagged as a dual activity will come and go never to be actioned. The most action will be a surprising pop-up reminder at some odd point on the day in question. I will noticably sink. Shoulder sag. I may feel sad for the rest of the day, or two or perhaps most of the week after. It is a reminder to be kind. To show the kind of love that I am not noted for. Chaste, genuinely free of any need for a returning gesture. Still, in advance I am sad. It is not about passion. No flesh to flesh that isn't mediated by clothing and a respectful distance. But it will probably not be done and that, my friend, is why I will be sad.