Shadowlight's Lighthouse

Tuesday, June 21st was the Summer Solistice-- by definition, literally the longest day of the year. It felt it. That night, Cricket responded to my second letter (the one clarifying that I don't really suck blood) with a phone number. We talked for two hours on the phone, about everything: death, religion, love...I'd say it went well. Cricket is vivacious, full of life, inquisitive and straightforward. Cricket is nearly the opposite of me in every way. She's from a Catholic family but has become an atheist. She has commitment issues and loves her sexual freedom. Cricket called me tonight. Cricket explained how we have nothing in common and she just doesn't feel anything for me. She doesn't see how we could even be friends. Have a nice life, Miss Cricket. May the God you no longer see any need for nonetheless watch over you and keep you safe.