Heinrik Hiramatsu;12:33am

took a walk with a friend tonight. she really needed to talk about the things going on in her life. see, this little bird is in the middle of a major transition in her life. transferring the terrible twenties into something more mature.

a whole rose bowl later, what’s that, two miles, i think, a couple of beers in a parked car, and some mindbending talks about descarte and nietze, i’ve realized, like i didn’t know this already, but it just got reinforced with a twinkle in the eye emphasized and revealed twice by the lamp post lights, that i really do truly love this one.

proof is this. i left a couple of filled wine glasses, an apartment empty of roommate, and a cutely decorated attractive female to go make sure that the little bird was alright.

ah me. sometimes we do things for the other just because it makes them happy. and, i guess, in turn, it makes us happy. i’d like to submit that as a possible definition of love.

sex would’ve been nice. and, true, i might not have gotten any, but what i got instead more than makes up for it. i’m going to sleep happy tonight.

say hello to the wife and kid for me.

cheers to love.