and if it makes you happy

then it cant be that bad.

My very senile and sexually frustrated literature teacher once told me that the human body starts aging at the age of twenty something, and that I will be my prettiest when I’m eighteen. Enjoy it she said, because it’s going to go away and then you’ll be sitting around when you’re forty and will have no good memories to fall back on. That day, I made a decision to make the most of it, to not dwindle away, to experience whatever I could whenever I could, coz hey, this time isn’t coming back.

Yeah, so I didn’t really stick to that decision.

But today, sitting at the kitchen table in the middle of the night, with a bottle of water and a best friend, I was reminded of just how wonderful life actually is. We sat for hours, you went away and came back, I was honored that you chose to spend your birthday with me of all people. We did nothing but speak, back and forth, with heavy words and light humor. It was truly, one of the best wastes of time ever, my books lay discarded on the dining table, my attention was yours, and for once I was fully in the moment. We spoke of friends, of the past and of the tentative future. Where we would be, if we would stay in touch, if we would make it or just disappear like so many before us had disappeared. We laughed till I couldn’t breathe and we got emotional at times too. It was the oddest of meetings, no fuss no frills, just open conversation and an open mind to go with it.

You left when the sun rose; your parents finally realized you had been gone the entire night. I locked up and came upstairs.

‘You know you asked me before if there was ever a moment in my life in which I was truly happy? Like mind numbing happiness?’

‘Yeah and Mr Birthday Boy you couldn’t up with anything.’

‘Heh, yeah. You know something?’

‘Hmm?’

‘This was it. This was one of those.’

:D

Love you too man.