It's the waiting....

BlackDiamond has been away again this weekend.

He's a climber and a mountaineer. There's definitely something ruggedly exciting about it. The smell of chalk, fear and the elements that rouses such primal emotions.

But when he's away the seconds drag so slowly until the message tone rings out.

Just that tiny noise tells me he's ok and I can breathe again.

In Love

When you realise the simplicity of love, it is the easiest thing in the world.

BlackDiamond pulls away in his van. 'I love you too' he mouths...

That was when I knew today was going to be good.

Don't worry, be happy...

- Extract from a conversation with Me and Myself -

'Look, there's very little point in all this worry, if you can do something about it, do it, and stop worrying. If there is nothing you can do, there is no point in worrying, so stop anyway!'

'yes, I know that, but if I don't worry about these things, who will?'

'No-one. Shut up.'

The Feelings Vacuum...

Why is it that a decision can seem so right one day, and so wrong the next?

I can only assume that this is a test, or some sort of divine humour...

Also, is love enough? Even when you love someone so much that the thought of losing them sends you into a misery spiral for days... can it still be just 'wrong'?

Wrongness.... why is it so hard to comprehend...?