L, in her usual fashion advocated caution. Remember the past; beware the crazies.
I'll admit I'm not usually terribly cautious about things; thinking back I realise it's because (ironically) I wanted to be happy; I wanted for those... strange, yet precious moments to revisit me. I chose to be precipitous in the past - everything is a gamble anyway, and with nothing left to lose, what harm can it do?
There is something amiss this time though; the colours are inverted, the polarities reversed. I bite back the words but once in a while they slip out...
words and thoughts that intimate that I miss her presence when we are apart - even when the parting is but for a ludicrously short while. That indicate a certain... distraction, and memories that burn to remember.
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