Okay, here's the deal.
Being all cryptic and shit, and beating around the bush, and censoring myself to the point where even I can't tell what the fuck I'm rambling about, those are all well and good.
But sometimes, sometimes I have to write something that makes sense.
Or else I just might explode.
And that would suck.
For me at least.
Tonight, I got to see LaptopGirl.
I got to talk to LaptopGirl.
She did not tell me to fuck off. She did not spit in my face. She actually talked to me.
She talked to me, and it reminded me, for a few precious minutes, of the friends that we once were. It hinted to me, for a few splendid and transcendent and illustrious moments, of the possibility of having that friendship again. Someday. Just maybe.
And that maybe, well that maybe was enough. More than enough.
It was everything.
I've written before, about wants vs. needs. There's no need for me rehash that crap again. Go back and read it again if you want. It's not important, because my wants aren't important.
And they never were.
Tonight, I got to talk to LaptopGirl.
It was all that I needed.
I did not freak out.