nobody would ever know, just us charlie.  about what went on and how we felt, and how crazy it was, or how good it was, or how surreal, and how happy we were, and plain just how unbelievable it was.  Something to tell the grand kids about, as you always said Charlie.

What's next for us? do we have september? or october of november or maybe even december? or 2008 is it? or probably just new york, as we've always talked about, 2010 or 2011 or even 2012?

nobody would ever know how i felt Charlie, just me, no matter how I tried to tell the few who cared to listen, or the few i dared tell about us.  nobody but me.

No witness to the drama nights when tears fell, more out of stupor.  No witness to the tenderness of those moments which seem like a far-away dreams.   No witness to the absolute beauty of it all.  Absolutely a hidden world.

And if I weep Charlie? Who will bear it with me?

Not you.  In your far-fetched world. Not you, with your seemingly unchangeable life.

And I don't even deserve this Charlie.  And you don't want to hear that I don't.  You're cruel that way.

But will there ever be anyone else like you?  Probably not.  I'm hoping for the better.  But you're a tough nut to top.  As you've said yourself about me.  Eversince.

Why don't you admit it Charlie?  That we are what we are.  We are what we both did not expect.  We bring the fireworks and pretty much all the works.  We are what we are.  You and I can not deny that.

 So what's next?  Will you let me rest in peace?  At least for the months to come, when I badly need it?

Charlie........no matter how I try, I think about you still, Charlie.  Do you think about me too?

Too much? What did it mean to you when you told me, 'too much?'

No matter if it's too late, show me Charlie, show me the agony was well worth it.

Tell me straight.  Just tell me and I'll listen.