A Drink of Diet Coke before the Bar

Went to nap after sad last entry; woke up to the phone. In a mood because I thought it was my roomate's families and ect. Was delighted to see it was T.

Am smiling now as have realized life goes on. Simply because I'm back in America doesn't mean he drops off the face of the Earth... who knows. Maybe we will keep in touch and meet up next time in here or he's there...

Or maybe in twenty years from now, I'll be strolling down the streets of a more glamorous New York City... get approached by a gorgeous blue eyed man in a suit with blue pinstripe...

"Excuse me, Miss, can you give me directions?"

And I'll look at him and he'll look at me because it all hit us at once and he'll yell out:

"YOU'RE THE QUIFFER!!!"

And we'll laugh and grab a drink leading to a glamorous romantic getaway in Aruba because we'd both be rich and fabulous and every night I'd let one out just for kicks...

(If you're reading this, I hope you see I've made my mind up; you will be mine... *clicking tongue cheesily* I mean how could you resist a future of such sexy noises?! And by then, I'll be old enough to suit the grandma panties...)

(Don't get too turned on now, Lad, twenty years isn't so long to wait that you can't hold it!)

I'm laughing now. It's feeling good to laugh today.

I'm not sure whats going to happen to me in the next few months. A new apartment, a real job, graduation, new friends, new life entirely, really. But wherever the road takes me, I hope it leads back to London someday. I've loved it here. You'd be surprised how much you can change over just a month. New perspectives, new things to look forward to, and even a panic attack and presumed throat infection. Everything melded together; colorful and on cue, just like Raphael said it would. Winding up into a colorful box of memories to open on a rainy day.

So let us drink and close this cheesy cliched ending wiht a smile and a quiff.

Miss you, T. X. Thank you. For everything.