the irony about this week, is that I've been meeting a fair share of people I haven't seen in ages, but at the same time I realise how very much alone I am too.

perhaps, and I really think so, most of the inhibition comes from myself. An unwillingness to plunge roots deep because I'm moving away in another month or so. All this shuffling and shifting, and losing contact with people you thought were dear to you, it's creating a void of relationships regardless of where I go. I've met and known an incredible amount of people in the past 3 years; yet at the same time, at the end of the day, there's no one whose time I can feel confident of wasting just because, no one around whom I can be completely natural, no one with whom to share a soul.

A price to pay for the joys of wide-reaching but fleeting contact. And a lesson to learn - that at the end of the day, only God's love is permanent.
-------------------------------