Never Leave Me

"Never leave me," Julian said to Nicholas as they said goodbye yet again, but this au revoir was different, it was for months, not days, as he was leaving the country. This was an international farewell.

"Huh?" said Nicholas, he was taken aback. This negative, needy and strange identity could do with a smidge of MEM, he thought, but he was busy. He had a girl, he had to pack, he was travelling, he had a concert to play and life moved on, people came and went, he was busy. Mind you, " life is a cabaret, old freind, life is a cabaret." He knew that too. A most interesting cabaret, this girl.

Meanwhile, Julian awoke in yet another agony. What on earth did she say and why on earth did she say it. What on earth did she mean.
She groaned.
This boy was really pushing the balancing act buttons.
Now how do we balance this one out, she mused over breakfast.

She had to nip out to squirt strange white jelly like stuff into the horse's mouth, followed by a trip to Nambucca Heads for a hair dressers apointment for the twinnies, followed by a train appointment.

She was reminded of the scene where Heathcliffe met Isabella on the moors.
"You see something good in me, " he said darkly, "which at least makes me want to try to love you,"
We all know that it didn't work, but at least he was prepared to try to see the good. Julian was still putting Wuthering Heights together in her mind. Dr John had talked about passion being a bad thing. Julian needed to reread her notes, because she didn't quite get it.

Aha. Passion. Never fulfilled. Mission. Fulfilled. She was engaged in a mission statement.

She did know that This was a next movement and understanding and realisation. There were definite parallels between DeMartini and Mace.

Like the Food.

and perhaps the communication.

Stretch. We are all being stretched.

Those that Matter will never leave.