crossroads

jas and hennajaan. and now, neil and melanie, if that proposal he has in mind goes well at midnight, tonight. then, of all the mighty bleahs, i alone will stand on the hilltop, silhouetted against the moon, cigarette burning brightly, sticking my tongue out at time. am i nervous, they ask. of course not. frightened? most people are, they simply use work as an excuse to ignore that gnawing feeling.

what i am, at this moment, is happy, for jas and neil and hennajaan and melanie. i can see where they've come from, where they're going, where they intend to go, when they think they'll get there. i can see this plainly because i have known them for most of my life. i know there will be times, fleeting moments, when they hate the sight of each other, when they will each want other shoulders to cry on.

i stand on that hilltop, quietly, in wait for those moments. without that cigarette burning brightly, how will they find they way home?