Almost to the point of insanity

I've written often enough about the torturous nature of my life, but there are occasions when it all seems gratuitously cruel. A few days ago, I spent hours while I was meandering thinking about Cammy, only to be 'ambushed' at a bus stop by a boy who looked hauntingly like DBJ. Then at lunchtime today, as I was out and about again, I found myself close to being washed away by a tsunami of hopelessly unrequitable desire for a quite exquisite 'skater boy' who got on the bus I was on, 13/14, blond, dimples framing a mischievous smile, as close to irresistibility as I could imagine or invent. When he got off, fifteen minutes or so later, I simply felt like crying, unshed tears of frustration and absence of fulfillment. Torture is hardly a strong enough word for it.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B