How good it was to hear your voice

I hadn't talked to you in weeks, months...perhaps even a year. Then in my drowsy state of existence yesterday i decided to pick up the phone and call you. Tis amusing how the concept of time and distance doesn't seem to affect some friendships what-so-ever, while a mere change of zip codes or a day away from some other people shifts worlds. All in all, i can't wait to see you...somehow it feels as though nothing has changed in the last 8 years, since you moved back home. Alright, yes- you're engaged (still?) and are on your way to yet another new destination in pursuit of a (what some people would call) impossibly practical-passionate career, and i'm on a completely different tangent- one that is trying to maintain a safe level of insanity, while keeping as much freedom as i desire (not necessarily equal to what the world is willing to give me) and gaining an education that will (hopefully) allow me to see more clearly. Now there are all just external factors, but what i'm hoping is that the natural internal evolution will permit us to pick up where we left of.

I hope so strongly that the "truth" is as promosing as i imagine it to be...and if not, then i hope even more that the illusion i might be living in will last for an eternity. Why wake up when dreaming allows you to live in paradise?