Coven Of My Darkest Secrets

Are you not the ONE? Vaguely in my DREAMS FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES Encased in a SNOWGLOBE Imbued with LONGING Upon the RETURN Of your second COMING

Platonic Relationship, Does it Exist?

Aww! Restless, fatigue, body-aching...these are all what i deserved for trying to keep my body fit by attempting to conquer 2.4km. Hey, it may be chicken-feat to some of you out there but for someone like me who hasn't been using my legs for some real hard work except for walking, this is an achievement!!! Alright, got to get out of this self-denial mode and to admit that i am just wobbly (at least at this very moment).

The wind rustled our hair as we started our jog. With him, supposedly to train for the upcoming trithalon where each team is to complete a combination of 2km swim out in open sea, 40km cycling and the finale, a 10km run. It was a good run, though I completed my feat of 2.4km grasping for O2 while he managed 4.8km effortlessly.

While resting, we updated about what's going on currently in our lives which eventually end up with some inane bickering. Any stereo-typical being would label us as an item. No such thing ever exists between us, not even in the least teeny-weeny bit.
This special relationship that we both shared is purely, utterly, totally and honestly platonic.
We do sweet things for each other and silly things together (chasing the "anonymous light", in search for truth and enlightenment)

It is inexplicable how this platonicship (if ever there's such a word) developed for our lives seemed to interwined ever since the day we met. There was and is never ever a tinge of emotional feelings involved. The pinnacle of this bond is often plagued by our idiosyncrasies (more of his though).

He is my mentor mentally, emotionally and spiritually plus he is a superb dancer. (okay, missing link here)
One distinctive characteristics about him is that he is exceptionally observant that he can almost read me like an open book. Totally freak me out at times with his intuitive mind. Still, I want to say this to him. Merci, my friend. Merci.

It is a very thin, frail line between letting your head rules or your heart rules. So, do you still believe in its (platonic) existence? Adamantly, I do.

This is specifically dedicated to him, my soulmate who never fails to drive me crazy with his antics and sent me into heaps of laughter...

Run, boy run... - adapted from Forrest Gump and modified by moi