Welcome back.
to me, at least.
Here I am, now back from France. For at least n days, I will
not see France, be French, eat French, except in rare occasions.
It will be at least until late May when I grace that country with my presence
once more. And it's not to grace its presence, really; it's to grace
her presence. I love France and all its coolnesss, but of course
I'd give it up if I could be with her, mon ange (angel), and heck, I'd
give up a whole lot of things to be with her, as she would with me.
This is the 'she' that I met il y a 2,5 mois (2.5 months ago), and with
whom I worked on my French, and found an illogical side of myself that
I never knew existed. It was deep down and everything, and if I were
logical, I wouldn't be crying now, while writing this. She's French,
and we'll hopefully see each other in April; that would be nice, and possibly
sooner if I happen to get a video camera to hook up to my computer, solely
for this type of purpose. Gaaaa! I always cry when I have too
many conflicting emotions. I love my friends; I know who my friends
are, I love being with them. I also love her, wouldn't give up my
friends for her, but would give up much. I think that now after my
long sejour in France (I think that's a word in English, but I really have
no idea) I have my priorities more straight, I have a new picture of everything
that we've got in this world, I know what I want out of life (cough cough
her cough) and I know that there are many different ways through which
I can acheive it. I can't write enough how important friends are
in all this; when I was in trouble and everything, I could just call one
and get straightened out about everything (Thanks, by the way, mjsm) and
I know that I have changed much since when I left Mudd last, and I think
it's all for the better.
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25 jan 2000