Nothing wrong

Maybe...maybe he's still out there. Maybe it isn't Phil.


He hasn't done anything wrong. Neither have I.


I just feel weird. I've just got to work through this mood, this week, and not do anything stupid. Nothing has happened, why run the risk of loosing something which is actually pretty great, but my mind is clouding my judgement to see it for what it really is?


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An old school friend contacted me today completely out of the blue telling me he has a brain tumor. I can hardly believe it. It's been so long. When I saw his name pop up on my screen it reminded me of the days we sat together along the sea wall, we'd both talk about our teenage problems and we'd call each other wise. He was always a lost, wondering soul. Popular, everyone loved him but he lacked direction. He was clever, but couldn't focus it on school or work and as soon as we all finished up he moved away to Devon for a girl he'd met online. Every now and then he'd call me up out of the blue and we'd talk for ages, but then the calls stopped coming as life drew us apart. He asked to call me sometime and I said today at lunchtime, it's a quiet day and to be honest I could do with giving someone else my attention for a while. It sounds as though he deserves it...