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[serene]

It happens every so often, but this week it was twice:

1) Standing on the swellegant balcony of the millionaire's penthouse,
having dinner near (not with, just near) Laurie Anderson, I thought, "I
wish cute-poet-chick were here -- she would *love* this. She would have
intelligent things to say to Laurie Anderson. She would be so much more
interesting than the Gary who's monopolizing the conversation. She would
be so sparkly and beautiful, and we would go home and have amazing talk
and/or sex."

2) Reading final_girl's book (one of them -- this one is called
Final Girl, go figure), I thought, "Cute-poet-chick would so be
Daphne's ree-verse-fag-hag-dyke-mike. She would adore Daphne, and Daphne
would so adore her back. She, unlike me, would be cool enough to hang with
Daphne, because she's hip to the world of the real dyke postmodern-jungle
poets."

*sigh*

Comments

[surelars.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Those bittersweet moments; you're having a grand time, and all of a sudden you wish a certain someone was there to share it with you.

It happens to me sometimes when I go all geeky about music; I'm having fun, and then all of a sudden I feel sad because S is not there to share it with me.

When we've had that very special connection to someone, I think something deep in us remembers, even long after the connection is gone. And there will always be a longing there, a sad spot. To me it sound like you both see and acknowledge that sadness as it is, and that's cool.

Big <hugs>

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Thanks for getting it.

*hugsback*