The week ends, the week begins...

Too much. Too much life. I'll try and be brief for the sake of my tired eyes. I'll try not to wax too ridiculously poetic.

Sunday was, simply put, amazing. It wasn't always good. Sometimes, it hurt. Other times, it was perfect. I saw so many people I hadn't seen in years. I played the guitar with Jobro. We managed to remember more of the songs we'd written together than I thought possible. I saw so many people from college and my life at that age in general. What struck me, though, was Ms. D's daughter.

Let's call her Nakata. (And if you happen to be her, i'll explain why the name in an email.) Nakata is beautiful. She is a beautiful person. She has always amazed me, ever since she was eleven. I cannot believe how long five years is. I know now. She proved it to me. She's sixteen and ready to take over the world. She's strong and witty and reminds me of her mother at times. She smiles without realizing it's power. She is innocent and then not innocent. I get such a sense of "alive" from her. I'm going to try and keep in contact, with her and others.

Then Monday. And i'm sitting here, tired. Miashell came over today and we visited. We laughed and smiled and got serious sometimes. We ate lunch and talked of the past and a little of the future too. She always makes me smile. We have a connection that is hard to explain. It works both ways and it is the most healing thing i've ever experienced. We drain each other. So much intensity between us. We are intense people. And i'm sitting here, tired.

Now, tonight. I went to work, then to have a bite with Kat. We were both tired, both a little out of sorts from recent events and she still made me laugh, still made me smile. She's leaving soon, to go to Colorado for a visit and some job opps. I've been wishing, at night, on a star for her. Not for a job in Colorado, that would be too specific. No, I wish that she is happy, successful and never forgets her heart. I've known her for so short a time and I've known her forever. Her heart is strong, fragile, makes you smile. It shows in her eyes and when she crinkles her nose. I wish every night for her, and for her heart.

Things I learned today: (This weekend)
- Five year is longer than one year.
- The smallest reminders are the most important ones.
- Worrying is often unnecessary, but it helps make us human.