Wanted: Collission Course

I contemplate occasionally if this bond is real – this isn’t trite, it isn’t superficial nothingness, and all those chatting for hours on end were for once, entertainingly real, regardless of your alcohol-induced frame of mind. It has been a long while since I’ve ever chatted with my friends for ages and as smoothly like that – those group conversations were since long gone, with differing time zones largely the main obstacle – and then you waltz into my life rather unsuspectingly, and here we are. Here we stand at opposite ends of the earth, separated by several clumps of large lands and several large expanses of salty water, and for once I wished I wasn’t born here. I took a glimpse of that world of yours: hilarious pictures of you in your PJs, your self-proclaimed embarrassing belly, your Fight Club poster, your beautiful country-like house, your cat, you, hearing your voice on Youtube, your lip-sync videos, John Mayer – and ah, how I wish I was right in the picture. Our lives are on a pre-determined trajectory towards our near-future ultimate goals, and I wish our steered paths would collide, and that perhaps may be the birth of something new. Nay, regardless of what the outcome may be, I can honestly say that I’m glad to have known you. The past few weeks have been my cause for happy, and here’s a champagne from outer space celebrating the permanence of this.