love hurts

This weekend in Stockholm I dreamt that I had an opossum. It was a really cute opossum, but for some reason I was terrified that it was going to bite me so I didn't want to be near it. Sometimes I really don't understand my dreams.

Lately I've been thinking quite a lot about the Belgian guy and whatever it was he and I had. For some reason I find myself looking back with a kind of longing for one specific moment. It was really annoying until someone told me that memories of feelings and emotions stay much much longer than the actual feelings themselves. I don't actually miss him, I just miss that special moment, but if I could relive it today I would do it with someone else. I wouldn't want to do it with him. I still owe him a lot though - wouldn't be where I am and do what I do if it hadn't been for him. And I wouldn't know a lot of the wonderful people I do. So thank you for ruining my life - it was the best thing that happened to me.