The glass of muddy water
We met again for the first time in years at the Reading music festival. Somehow we managed to share a tent - aside from some cuddling nothing happened, but I reckon if I'd pursued it afterwards, the flame could have been re-ignited. But I didn't.
Sediment at the bottom of glass, clear water on top. She comes along and shakes the glass, making what was clear and simple into a confusing mess. Time passes, the sediment falls to the bottom and things become clear once more.
PS - I also live in Australia now. I have a much better standard of living and job I love (that I couldn't even do in the UK).
PPS - www.b3ta.com/questions/flirting/post642774
(, Mon 22 Aug 2011, 8:39, Reply)