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Shapes and shadows flash before my eyes as I sit there in comfortable silence. He has entered my life again and I'm not quite sure what to make off it. The last time I laid eyes on him was when he was passed out drunk in the bed, naked with his bare ass half way covered with the sheet. We always slept with sheets, no blankets for us because his body heat was enough, yet somehow it made me feel cheap laying there naked under the thread-bare cotton. Pulling myself out of the tangle that was his arms and legs I gently kissed his forehead and said a silent goodbye. Let me take that back, we did see each other, me in my movies and he in his music videos. That had been 5 years ago. Now he's back and said he's changed. I don't know what quite to make of that. Perhaps I shall ponder this little tidbit over a cup of tea.