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ghoti_mhic_uait ([personal profile] ghoti_mhic_uait) wrote2004-01-11 05:38 pm

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And there it was; all the places we went, I reember walking there with you, a place for bein with you, a place for loving you. I feel you still, sometimes, when the wind is right, or maybe you are there. I smile, or I cry. I miss you so much.



In not entirely unrelatedness, I miss Chris. Tell me about Chris; what makes you think of him, what do you think of when you hear his name?

[identity profile] wildeabandon.livejournal.com 2004-01-11 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I see someone who moves like him, and then I look closer and it isn't him at all, and then I remember, of course it isn't. But that's what I remember most, the way he moved, so relaxed he almost seemed asleep. I remember the way the sleeves of his jumpers always used to be stretched, far longer than his arms. I remember getting very stoned with him and giggling long into the night. I remember the smell of him. I remember helping him to clean the blood off his arms. I remember fucking him, every time telling myself it would be the last time. I remember bitching with him, he was always far more imaginatively insulting than me. I remember helping him with his maths, and trying to persuade him to get up in the morning and go to lectures. I remember waking up a few hours later, and realising that we'd both slept through our lectures.

I miss him too.

Bitching...

[identity profile] absinthecity.livejournal.com 2004-01-12 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes :) Chris was about the most accomplished bitch I've ever met. He used to wind me up whenever I bitched about anyone and go "Hmmmm, cutting!" but I never took it as an insult as I knew he saw it as being as much of a fine art as I do ;)

I do remember wondering if he bitched about me as much as he bitched about almost everyone in their absence, but for the forementioned reasons didn't especially care :)

A trip to Oxford will always be particularly memorable. I couldn't believe -- and still can't -- the sheer number of people he knew. He was meeting long lost friends literally after five minutes of arriving there, and this continued all day with many interesting and eccentric characters met. His ability to get on with anyone was one of his best qualities I think.

[identity profile] ghoti.livejournal.com 2004-01-12 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I see someone who moves like him, and then I look closer and it isn't him at all

Me too.

I still recite the mantra 'Chris, Chris, your trousers are falling down and everyone can see your arse' sometimes. And I think of those morning conversations

"Do you want some breakfast?" "Yes please" "What would you like?" "I'll just play the piano for a bit"