Saturday, November 13, 2010

another perfect day with miss cupcake, wow, that baby is here and wow, she makes you look so beautiful it's absurd. with all your whining and moaning and carring on, all those magic mirrors and baggy dresses, it's not going to change the fact that you are absolutely stunning at the moment, just filled with some sort of raidence, that mythical glow ain't no myth. yes it's true.
most women go through the process you do, they lose a big part of themselves, lifestyle changes, everything changes, but you embraced it so well and when i look at you i'm proud to be your friend. i think the world of you, i should tell you this but i'm fucked up that way, i should tell you what a beautiful person you are and how much i love you and need in my life. when we were together i had strong visions of us in the future, and here they are, those days have come to be. not quite how i thought it would be, you carring another man's baby, we sleep in seperate beds, we have our lives but there's something between us now that's good and i treasure that, and despite what you think of me i would die without it. if i didn't think you would punch me i would hold you and give you a hug and kiss you but i don't think you would let me in your little force field, so i guess i have to settle for writing words in a blog.
we have seperate lives but i guess we are close despite that. that's good enough for me.

3 comments:

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captain mission said...

thanks for your comments anon 1 and 2.

anon 1 - it's difficult to write to you as you have not left an e mail address and neither have you left any other info.

anon 2 - im not sure why this info would be good for you, it's not really info, more of a stream of consciousness narrative, you just need to read it as you would any page from a novel and not invest in it as fact or something that you can use as currency. these are my fleeting thoughts, they come and go, they change all the time and they pass.
this whole blog is written in a random way where i have no idea what i will write about until it's done, i am the vessel.
that's it.