Habib in Nagoya

Yesterday was a Wednesday, the day of the night when Renchan and Hiko and two boys I`ve never met before, Yohei and Yoshi, were going to a secret society meeting, the night when I got as a present from Hiko an Okinawan soup and an Okinawan sweet powder dough, the night when Hidechan had to go to meet someone by bike in rain, the night when Habib was coming down to Nagoya to see me.
We haven`t seen each other for two years and it was really wonderful to meet up after such a long time. A lot of time has passed, a lot of things have come our way, a lot of people have crossed our paths since we parted... we have been changed and remained unchanged at the same time, just like the rocks that are and aren`t changed by the sun, the wild winds and waters.
It truly was wonderful, this meeting, if a little surreal, but maybe that was the magic of the moment. We spoke a lot, about ourselves, karate, our pre-historic-era-us, karate, Japan, we drank 日本酒 (Nihon Shu) and spoke some more about karate. We exchanged massages, strictly no funny business! ...finding Habib attempting at peeking sent me rofl (rolling on futon laughing).
And what it also made me realize was how much I am actually dying to feel single, technically being a singleton, only so I don`t miss out on all those available amounts of touches and warmth, ... though why is it so HARD??!!
I am not in control of my-ness; and the thing that is is locking me out from the free world of love and affection. Everytime I could I can`t for deep inside it feels like I am just about to betray my own self. Not Hide, not our love but myself...

As we would say with Gelato, `It socks!`. Paris Hilton would probably say, `That`s hot!!`