OK...so it's been a little while since my last post. Not much has been happening really. I've been feeling a little Empty though...and it's worrying me a little. So this all started almost three weeks ago. I was having Lunch with a friend, "P". "P" and I rarely have lunch together. She asked though and I said sure. "P" is aware of the situation with "C", but she didn't know the whole deal. So as we were talking over lunch she asked me if I had talked to "C". I told her that I hadn't, she asked why. I told her that I was trying very hard not to talk to "C" too much because I didn't want to get too wrapped up into "C" and that frankly, it hurt talking to her. "P" proceeded to press me as to why I still felt that way about "C". I didn't want to tell her, but I finally gave in. I spent the rest of lunch and the ride back to the office telling "P" everything. The collar, the D/s stuff, "C" sending the collar back to me in open defiance of our D/s relationship. "P" didn't know what to say or think, she just sat there with her jaw on the floor. After I was done, all she could say was..."wow, now everything makes SOOO much more sense."
Well....that was all fine and good, except for the fact that I was a little weirded out that someone knew all of my secrets. I think that going back through all of those memories shook me up though, hence I've been feeling empty and lonely, like something is missing. I've only talked to "C" once since then.
Someone much more in touch with himself (get your mind out of the gutter) put these words to paper...."If dreams are like movies...then memories are films about ghosts", "The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings". You may say....WTF?!? That's OK, those two statments mean a lot to me, and I believe that he was right.
Anyway...everything else is on auto-pilot...."L" is the same, work is the same. I'm just looking for a little something to help me remember that I'm alive.
Well....that was all fine and good, except for the fact that I was a little weirded out that someone knew all of my secrets. I think that going back through all of those memories shook me up though, hence I've been feeling empty and lonely, like something is missing. I've only talked to "C" once since then.
Someone much more in touch with himself (get your mind out of the gutter) put these words to paper...."If dreams are like movies...then memories are films about ghosts", "The price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings". You may say....WTF?!? That's OK, those two statments mean a lot to me, and I believe that he was right.
Anyway...everything else is on auto-pilot...."L" is the same, work is the same. I'm just looking for a little something to help me remember that I'm alive.
