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September 02, 2003
Vivant
After drinks, rolled tobacco and English-French conversation on justice, beer and life, Laurent decided to leave the both of us. And that was when we started saying our long protracted goodbye.
It began raining the moment we started saying goodbye.
And the rain, like your smell of red wine and tobacco, has been following me since.
I know my life is a sequence of literary devices, but this sympathetic background to my post-dream state-of-mind is too much for me to bear. This spillover beauty is making me remain in a daze and it will be harder for me to wean into reality again.
You told me when we first met that you will never forget me and that asked if I would. I refused to answer because, there and then, I didn't know the answer.
But now I know. I cannot forget you. You are my black Messiah.
Posted by lainey at September 2, 2003 05:53 PM