Parallels

I had a strange, disturbing dream last night in which I broke a glass that shattered everywhere and my sister consoled me as I swept the glass shards off the kitchen floor. In reality, however, it was a glass full of ice that I spilled right onto his crotch and then the other one became my saviour later in the night as I stood immobilized, clamped up. I can't believe that people like that exist in the world. All I feel is gratitude for the persistent support I've received in face of the guarded temperament I've offered them.

And the night ended with a lengthly conversation avec l'un qui me désire mais je ne peux pas dire que j'ai les mêmes sentiments envers lui. And though I entertain the possibility sometimes like I did last night encore une fois, deep down in my heart, I think I know que jamais ne ça se passerait. How can I compromise now quand j'ai décidé de prendre la rue difficile pour m'apercevoir de ma raîson d'être.