The city of angels.

Los Angeles. I know that I will invariably reminisce about these last few days like I have about the preceding days here. They have literally felt like being in another world and living someone else’s life. From the start to the finish it was too good to be true. Yet it was true. All of it. A chance meeting after three long years will probably have some unexpected consequences. Whether they are good or bad, only time will tell. Unexpected consequences from unexpected meetings. Makes complete sense. I remember the first meeting as if it just happened. Perhaps this was the last one, perhaps not. In truth it doesn’t matter. The story will always be there to be told. A story of impossible loves and immature passions. Despite it all , I promised myself to not come back here because it could never be so much fun again.