Lost and Found

Could this be my lucky day? Okay. First of all, since technically it's already Saturday, when I say "this day" I'm referring to yesterday, Friday. But of course, having just gotten back home, it feels only a few moments ago.

The surprise of my life, the reason why I'm so ecstatic this late time of the evening (or is it day?) and the single force that drives me into writing crappy proclamations of love in this blog has staged an apparition. Yes! He emerged out of the deepest dungeons of oblivion.

Suddenly, my heart palpitated in severe motion. My blood rushed through my veins like hot lava streaming down a volcano. That same feeling which I thought would have been gone by the time I see him again was never lost after all.

I do not wish to elaborate how, when and where I found him again. All those are insignificant to what I'm feeling now. Heck, I can't even describe what it is that really drives me nuts now. Is it because I really really like him? Or is it merely nostalgia? I've got no idea. And I do not wish to know either...

But then, let me just be all too excited now with that one great moment in my life. A view of gods and goddesses won't hurt at all. Let me let this feeling cease first, then I can move on and completely forget about this madness which at the very thought of it is proof enough of how pathetic my life has been all this time. Ay, poor me!