Something made me look at Sayuri's blog today. Oddly it's been a good two or three years. About the same time I've made my last entry. It seems she's embarked on another journey, this time from Crestone--which I believe is somewhere in Colorado.
As it happens my blog is saved as a bookmark right under Sayuri's link. Something made compelled me to open it. Actually nothing compelled me. I wanted to write something as I thought of Grey this morning. That in itself isn't anything unusual as I think of her every day. I think of my love for her, her touch, voice, her soft warm lips and her mesmerizing eyes.
I lay in bed thinking of her and the last time we saw each other and the time we spent. For some reason my thoughts of her today were strong. I even dreamt of her early this morning. She was a Japanese pop idol and I was hanging out at the set. She came in sat next to me. Apparently we knew each other well. I was eating cereal [it could have been Cherio's] and almost finished as I saw only a few more in my plate. I had just put a few in mouth and swallowed when Grey sat next to me and leaned over. I automatically kissed her on her lips. A drop of milk appeared as our lips parted. She wasn't expecting the kiss--perhaps a peck on her cheek at most.
But that's the way we always have been, unexpected. And each time, the most intense feelings of longing.
With these thoughts I woke thinking of her. I wonder if I ever cross her mind.
I flick on the television. A smile flows inside me.
Indy 500.
