It was late... very late in the evening and still RS called just to report that our HS principal has arrived in NJ. I would have wanted to come and meet up with them, but I already have set plans for the long weekend. I will be watching Adam Lambert's concert at the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach, SC. The concert will be on Saturday, then by Sunday at 2 am, I should be ready to drive about 5.5 hours to attend a morning Christening of my friend's daughter in VA. Hectic schedule? You bet.
Late night talks with RS have always been a rollercoaster, specially tonight. I have seen a soft spot in him I haven't seen before. He is one who regard friends dearly. In return, he is vunerable to his feelings, that he is easily hurt by them. The price for being a softee.
I am more used to RS being silly. I do not even have to put out the story about my diary that he stole and read, and have others read. A part of my growing up years that I had to weather in an all boys school. In reality, I do not even have an ill-feeling about that today. I cannot recall an ill-feeling about it before too. There should have been, but it must be buried deep down in me. Or simply put as forgiven and forgotten.
I love RS, and everyone who has significantly touched my life. They are the little blocks who molded me to who I am today. A wrecked bitch. LOL.
LSS. Elton John's "Someone Saved My Life Tonight".
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