like fire & light

[bohofaery]

Seeing Alex in Stratford this weekend was like a catalyst, in many ways; realising as we talked our way through three bottles of wine that I would never meet anyone quite compared to her, who I connected with so implicitly, so directly. And we have our moods but it's always there, underneath it all, like a thread. And then that strange, sweet sense

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[latristesse]

I would never meet anyone quite compared to her, who I connected with so implicitly, so directly.

I don't think that's necessarily true. I just think we grew into each other enough to make it feel that way. To be incredibly cynical about it. Having said that, *mwah*, I love you to bits and bits, and I'll see you soon. Hope the fireworks were fabulous.

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[bohofaery]

You're probably - or maybe it's just the contrast between you and the people I spend time with you. Either way I still cherish it.

The fireworks were stunning - there was one that seemed to keep going forever in a whole chain of explosions, each one dissolving into a cloud of white stars - it was the prettiest thing ever. And I ate toffee apples and candy floss and cinder toffee and we went on the dodgems, and now I'm trying to write my essay but I'm too wired to concentrate. The price we pay for reliving our childhoods :)

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