I have nothing to say, and much at the same time...but nothing that seems to want to flow to the pages, things that are happy just to dwell within the recess of my mind. Foolish enough as it sounds, I feel as though I neglect my ..mind perhaps..when I do not impart a little piece of it here. It is like I have not kept my own warped record of its existence for that time.

One thing I will note...I am such an old romantic and always will be. Not the flowers and swoons type..but the truthfully felt things. The things purely to make the other person smile, to feel special, not just words...words are cheap, though they may cost you the earth in repayment so be careful what words you throw. But I am an old romantic, yes I will go out of my way to do something crazy just for someone special..because it's right, because that little smile is worth the effort. I am, and though it will hurt his awful and rude reputation for me to say so, so is the thief; and that, is one part of why we work so well.