I should be sleeping, after a nightmare half week. And it is 12:44 am.
I'm thinking. Of moments. Of unfinished moments. Of beautiful unfinished moments. Of moments that wont go. Of moments that leave a picture behind. The picture that can't be deleted. Conversation with a real supporter in times of sadness. Uninihibted, unconditional support. Smile of acknowledgement from across the room. Several times. Silent glance from someone who can sense you're sad, but chooses not to ask- just looks. Looks with concern. Looks with warmth. 45 seconds of romance in crowded room. Illegitimate romance. Happy good-byes. No words just two faces communicating whatever little needs to be said. Moments of silence. Of support, warmth, love, concern.