Spent the day with Ash. Had a lot of questions. She did too. We never ran out; We never run out. It's good to have a buddy like that -- Someone you can talk with endlessly. I felt my throat getting sore before we called it a day, but to be honest, I didn't want things to end there. I was going home again. Back to just me. No one to listen and respond to what I have in mind. I've mentioned this to another friend of mine, Bianca, how it gets lonely at home as I'm usually by myself. And I hit it right when I told her, 'cause she was an only child. She should know, of all people, how it felt to be alone. She said that I'd get used to it and she's probably right. But when I can't, I do something about it.
I feel blessed, if that's the most appropriate term, that I've friends to run to. I could be, at times, saying humdrum stuff, or things that are borderline philosophical, and I'm glad for all the times someone is there to listen.
I do appreciate it, terribly enough to write about it. I'm feeling pretty emotional.
I'll be looking for more answers, or more distractions, whichever comes, for the meantime.
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