the need for new york instead of costa del sol. psychoanalysis. robotic tendancies which stem from childhood. desires for other females. lack of nurture. nature verses nurture. one large pizza thrown at a wall. two teeth marks on his cheek. days spent wallowing around in each others misery. scientific evidence against whimsical fantasies. a single hair on 1 nipple.
    What started as virtually soul mates withered into oblivion after a long summer of happiness. we both shared an intense love of food i recall weeks of takeaways, we should have been obese. we were so open with each other there was nothing we couldnt say. i would go as far to say our relationship was perfect untill he took a job at the local refinery. from then on i didnt see the same person ever again. always when he had a significant amount of time off work the old person would creep into view and those were our happiest moments but now they are just still frames. the arguments and upset went on for far longer than required and left us with a sour taste in our mouths.
    internet mutual friend addition> sixth form soiree lead us to see each other, he thought i looked like norah jones i later learnt. we did not speak on this occasion however noticed each other> About a month later, several large glasses of pino grigio lured me to pounce on him at a school ball, he was playing in the band
    his roboticness, he would not be nurtured no way no how, it was impossible to admit any sort of feelings because they were greeted by a grimace or jibe about being weak. his knowledge, his intuition, his integrity, his real soul. the things between us that no-one will ever know.
    waking up to him. the words spaghetti and bafoon will always make me feel happy and sad. when we both cried. the gorging and excitement we both shared over a large pizza and abstract film. april-august 07, september-dec 08 hold so many memories.
    his incredible ability to be above borderline clever yet overlook most geographic locations as uninteresting. no apparent wish to travel anywhere but playa de las americas. his constant contradictions and jekyll and hyde personality stemming from his mother.
    wish that life was less about material posession, postcodes, routine, alcohol and more about a mutual feeling which shouldnt be altered by the aforementioned. wish he could have kept the lights on. id wish my life away thinking about this question so ill say id like for one day years from now to meet him in the most unlikely place and share an hour or so together.
    barely a day went by before he found her, she is everything he doesn't like. losing such a good friend. he never tried.
    his mother is an incredibly strange individual who in the space of 26 months i have had about three conversations with. the rest follow suit.
    hail to the thief