Saturday into Sunday
Back up to Saturday night into Sunday evening: A surreal 24 hours.
Drunken revelries, a kiss, the first since September, told the next day that it can't go any further, broke my glasses, then found out that my brother's getting married and I'm the best man.
Elation then sadness, state of the absurd then stunned.
The glasses breaking really put a confused heart into perspective though, to the point of laughter.
Drunken revelries, a kiss, the first since September, told the next day that it can't go any further, broke my glasses, then found out that my brother's getting married and I'm the best man.
Elation then sadness, state of the absurd then stunned.
The glasses breaking really put a confused heart into perspective though, to the point of laughter.