In the second category: やっぱりoh, Taka. Lately when M does his thing at rehearsal of noodling madly away to himself during breaks, fancy double stops and bits of concerti and A's father's Hungarian stuff and God knows what, it makes me want to cry, because Taka should be in Tokyo somewhere (or in Ithaca, or anywhere on this side of the void) doing just the same thing. Only even more so, I guess, because as good a violinist as M is Taka was something else. Damn it to hell.
On the more immediately personal side: I still don't exactly see the point of kissing, but cuddling is some good stuff. It was also amusing to be able to predict with almost pinpoint accuracy, okay, from here on I'm going to get kissed.
On the more immediately personal side: I still don't exactly see the point of kissing, but cuddling is some good stuff. It was also amusing to be able to predict with almost pinpoint accuracy, okay, from here on I'm going to get kissed.