i remember watching him with glazed eyes and realizing that this was the man i could see the entirety of my life with. a great musician said that love is the soul of genius. and this man...is the soul of genius. & "This is what guys like about you. You're always ready to smile, and laugh..." i sat there with hands squeezed. listening to the words that the night whispered. i remember feeling lost, and yet secure. street lights passed through my head and the roads lay still. i remember taking in the serenity of the moment. thinking of times that filled me with this unexplainable warmth -- a warmth that i can associate with those nights when we'd all sit around in a dark corner of the bar with no name. blending with the cigarettes and voices. people chatting and giggling over nothingness. a rock steady group. laughing over threesomes and foursomes, cartoon and film. just being random really. and that weekend with the fanny and the willy. the beautiful house. the scavenger hunt. the last minute barbecue. and the movies that followed. it was another night that filled me with fuzzy bubbles. i don't understand why people have such an effect on me. why they can pull me to such great heights to the point that sometimes i can't even express how much i appreciate them.. how much i [love] them.. and how much i adore life because they're in it. i get all weird like this sometimes. and i get all happy especially after an afternoon with a friend, catching up over coffee, scouting weird people along brunswick street, and getting all excited about upcoming events. i did miss this. i hope i don't forget all this.