mirage?

was downstairs tonight eating a late dinner when a couple also came down and resumed watching a tape of 'the piano' (which, btw, if you haven't seen it, you should. it's the saddest but most beautiful love story ever). they had a whole set up going. a fondue pot, chocolate, strawberries... it was so romantic. i ooo'd.  i asked how long they've been together. a year since april they said. and i aah'd. it's strange how i can be so happy for others when they tell me how long they've been together. and yet, when people ask me, i get all creeped out. it mainly has to do wit disbelief. but maybe some feelings of undeservation. others ask how we've managed to stay together for so long. and i've really no answer to that. i simply have no idea. at any rate. last week's storm has blown over. i think anyway. dark clouds can still be seen, but they are drifting away. let's keep our fingers crossed and hope that this isn't just the eye of the storm.

'when i'm not around do you think of me?' / 'you are the only one' / 'i want to stay with you'