Things have been going well over here, although the female aspect consistently seems to be swirling about me in some tidal froth of sorts - one crush sails under another, one crush folds under it's own weight and an ex-boyfriend has sort of killed the main crush I had.
Well, regrettably, he hasn't *killed* it because it's always going to be there, and actually, I still find other reasons for this crush to be sustained. And it's rather inconvenient.
The gravity of it all sort of swings me around, pendulum-like, and I like the ride. I'm not going to say that I Love The Girl but sometimes I get small flickers of it, like sparks at night on the 4th of July, and it elates me and makes me nervous, especially since it's not anything I can have anymore. But all of this tastes sweet, anyway, and I should be grateful that I should feel this way at all.