I have this thought, or this theme of interrelated thoughts - something like that - which find its way into the front of my brain every now and then. When there's time. When it sees an opening, a break in the nearly constant barrage of thoughts regarding you-know-who and you-know-what.
It goes like this:
There's something there. Really and truly, and weirdly and unexpectedly, and sneakily and secretly, and wonderfully and scarily, there's something there.And it's different than it was before. It's based on something now. On what exactly I have no idea, but it's something. Something real, and something born of knowledge and intimacy instead of instinct and intuition.
I like it. Nothing will ever come of it, but I like it anyway.