Well, a week’s gone by, and GG is back from Barcelona, with her beautiful accent and cheeky, suggestive comments (and that cute bum). I must admit I’m a bit confused. About what may or may not be happening, considering we don’t really know each other that well, at least not in a real, tangible way. But, in another way, we seem to know each other so intimately.
A snippet from her email today… ”I've felt the same since the moment I've met you. I go to bed thinking of you and I wake up thinking of you and hugging you. Yes, I too think we possibly have met in a previous life. It must have been a wonderful one too...”
Okay, I'm not a complete fool. I know its madness, but I can still feel myself getting sucked in, as if I never learnt any of those lessons, never made any of those mistakes, never asked myself why the f*ck I don’t just take things more slowly. But you know what? I don’t think I care. I mean, what’s life without passion?