the bloomsbury bowling club

that was the setting. just a really good night. but here's a message to that one person in particular: thank you for not leaving me responsible for the next step, that was left up to you, whether that was a conscious decision or a wonderful mishap only you know. but now i'm curious about a next step, or the lack of it. maybe because i'm afraid or maybe because i know where it would lead. either way it's unsettling and richly fulfilling at the same time, perhaps its best leaving like this. perhaps not. it seems that in this case the decision wasn't mine.