Every call is a breath of fresh air. I wish I had the capacity for aural memory because I love the sound of his voice through the receiver and God knows I hate the Australian accent with fiery passion but this is an exception. There's something about it, a ring to it, a warmth in it. I could listen for hours - and that's exactly what I've been doing. I cannot remember the last time I was engaged in a long telephone conversation with substance. Actually, I can and that was with Jeremy but that was a good month ago and it lasted a whole/mere hour. But with K, even 4 hours isn't enough. I can almost hear his voice but like I said, I lack in the ability to retain human voices in my aural capacity. I wonder if he's asleep and if not, whether he is thinking about my voice and if he is thinking about ringing me up at this ungodly hour.
Life is good. I am constantly surrounded by great conversationalists. Aini is there for me at uni (which takes up a lot of time and thank God for that) and Pearl is there for me when we're both at home. Jeremy entertains for the occasional event when I feel lavish and decide to treat myself to a long-distance phonecall. And now I have K. For when I am walking home, for when I am in the kitchen cooking the next day's lunch, for n'importe quoi. And I hope that this will be the case for many more days to come. Or maybe years, if I may be brave enough to say so. And especially so with Aini, because she is my happy pill. My many problems fall out the window when I think about the company I surround myself with.
I have it good and yet I whinge about life. But I can foresee that that will all change in the coming days. If Lady Luck is on my side. And I pray for my sanity that she will be kind and giving this time around.
I am happy. And I think this could be the first time I've said that with truth.
I am happy.
Yes, I truly am happy.
I see a change and Change is truly coming.