ah, all that deleted stuff inspired so many smiles… there are no explanations for some things, though i love seeking them for the fun of it, even if that search can drive one mad with frustration at times (when one is a perfectionist pretending to be nonchalant and all that cool)… like if you asked me to really get serious and explain why i have always wanted to be your friend, i could ramble on for days explaining, seriously, but would we find a satisfactory answer?… it is a strange connection found in words and visual stimuli and even after years of forgetting you existed (well, consciously), your appeal remains as fresh and fun as it ever was… and i still have this undaunted desire to be your friend… go figure