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A Trip Back Down Memory Lane With Lyssa – Mad Chaos: July 22, 1997

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Konquer Insurance Work – Tuesday

Today work was fine.  

After work I slept on the train.  

Then I walked to Pizza Hut and called my dad.  Picking me up, I came home.

Piano Practice At Home

At home I played the piano for a little.  It’s been a while before I’ve played piano but I haven’t forgotten anything.  It’s always been in my head ready for practice.  

Tonight Shawn came over with Tatton.  We watched a movie that Tatton brought over.  

Lyssa Shares Memories About Our Past

Just finishing the movie, Lyssa called.

Some unto of what have not been penetrated by the eyes of the beholder.  The unseen, dreary eyed into the darkness I venture to unfold beyond the corridor of tenderness.  An opening of purity that speaks only of benefit for me and who is with me in my time of peace.

It is this that I speak of when I venture once again with Lyssa into conversation over the phone, of us that were, of our feelings, of us to be, and asked what I see, and, what I see, she has told.

At first, it was usual talk for Lyssa and I.  But once I told her I was getting mellow and relaxed and lay down for the occasion, feelings were spread.  

Things were told to each other that made her feel good and made me feel more secure as to whom Lyssa was and why she liked me.  

Lyssa’s First Impressions Of Me

I found out things like the very first time she had seen me outside of her car at Woodbine Macers that she thought I had a nice face (a little boys face as she said) and she liked it.  

She also told me that I had a smooth way of getting across to women and that I acted like I didn’t notice the girls were there that night.

I told her that was my playing hard to get without even knowing it phase and I must have liked her to try as hard as I did.  

Stealing My Photo To Show Off

She also told me of how she stole one of my photographs of Imad, Ali and I standing in front of Imad’s car.  She took it to camp with her showing all her friends who we were.  That made me feel good as to know that Lyssa was thinking of me back then as I was of her.  

She then told me of all the excuses she would come up with just to come to my house and see me.  Like, “I want to see some photos”.  

Also, the first time I showed her photos she didn’t get out of the car when Marley drove her.  She looked out of the window and liked my smile and the way I was looking at her.

Lyssa also told me that when we were out at Kentlyn she hoped that I didn’t like Penelope or Velda or Constantine or anyone else.  

Lyssa also told me of my smoothness and how she vowed not to be taken over by my smoothness.

“I’m not going to let Tony get me to like him also,” she told me.  

She thought I would just try to get everyone to like me, befriend me and she didn’t think further ahead to think what I’d do after that.  

So, Lyssa likes me as unto I like her just as well.  Whatever little thing I do for her now, I know she’ll appreciate it.  But to what extent I won’t know until she tells me.  

Making Plans With Lyssa

Lyssa and I talked for an hour or more on the phone but we really need to talk for ages longer, we need that in our lives.

I’m going to be seeing her tomorrow.  We are going to my house after that.  Then she’ll get a lift home with her mum.  Wishing that I could drive her around, having the convenience of driving her home instead of asking my friends for help.  

I might give Lyssa a hickey tomorrow.  In fact, I want to hold her, hug her tomorrow and relax with her in my room talking of each other until once again we embrace each other.

Browsing Trading Post For Used Cars

Tonight, Keith was helping me over the phone look through the Trading Post for a car with registration that is worth $500 or less.  Whatever the car is I want it.  I’ll get my license upon that factor.  

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