The words she knows, the tune she hums

Angela and I fought on Gchat yesterday. The argument went back and forth long enough to reach out and touch the desperate territory you fall into when part of your mind sadly and quietly wonders how you'll survive without this person, while the rest of it freaks the fuck out and makes you scream.

It was put on hold then, and when we finally came back around to talking she had purchased me a rose and I had written her a love letter. She came home with kisses, and we spent the rest of the evening working side by side on our laptops. At some point we got the pee chills within a minute of each other. Gaël arrived shortly after wearing an African mask from the Ivory Coast that smelled of smoked fish. He danced a little jig and we all laughed.

I love re-realizing that I can't live without her. Not ever.

Meanwhile, I've gotten over the mysterious flash-flooding. Not going out because of bad weather would mean missing things like the country club we went to over the weekend to watch Gaël and his friends play tennis. He brought his cousin Saruja, who is like a glowing ball of magic love and happiness, and afterwards the owners held a cozy dinner party for us in one of the unoccupied rooms. The plates of food seemed endless, and at some point, after we'd drunk many glasses of wine and discussed the fundamental differences between team vampire and team werewolf, someone brought in a tray of vanilla pudding cups and a tray of chocolate pudding cups.

I was worried that I was the only one lame enough to make the connection, but a few seconds later a photographer named Julien pointed to the desserts and asked which monster I was. I picked vanilla. Also, he later told Gaël that I'm beautiful, and that's a really cool thing to hear coming from a photographer, so, you know. He gets all the points. Ever.

Presently it's 3:30am. Normally I'd be worried about how I'm going to manage waking up for work tomorrow, but all I can seem to think about is how it suddenly feels like there just isn't enough time to soak up everything Paris has to offer.