Welcome to my perfumed garden

Only to say, we all know, we've all been there, we all know how you're feeling right now and nothing any of us can say will make it better.

Only that, eventually the pain will fade and all the great and wonderful memories will supercede the hurt.

Thinking of you, honey, and sending all the shiny, rainbow coloured vibes I can muster.

XXX

Continues with the start of chapter 15.

I think I might need help again. I'm still not entirely happy with this bit  - I never really am, am I, with the heavy, soul-searchy bits of major angst? ::G::  Anything you think should be changed / cut / expounded on / better explained - whatever... please feel free to lay into this chapter in whatever way you feel best.

My esteemed co-writer alibongo says - and I hope she won't mind if I quote; "the sun/stars bit is a tad over smarmed perhaps, but as per story it works."
Is it? Over smarmed?? Can a story be over smarmed??? ::is full of doubt and question marks::

Any advice appreciated. Thanking you all in advance.  As soon as I can get this bit done to my satisfaction, I can move on to poor Simon's bit of angst. Ah, that poor man. He's waited so long to redeem himself. (o:


Man. I'm struggling with a mad internet connection today! One minute it's working better than ever;  the next, not at all. It's been like this since last night - the only place I can consistently get on is up here in the spare room, sitting right next to the router. So, if you don't hear from me for some reason, it's not cos I'm ignoring you, I'm just not logged on for a bit. I'm really, really, really hoping we can get this fixed soon cos it's driving me NUTS!!!

Just when I thought Boston Legal couldn' t get any better, along comes this week's ep; 'On the Ledge'.

Denny catching Alan on the balcony with another man;
Alan: "Denny, it's not what it seems..."

Alan and Jerry embracing in court: "Let's hope Denny doesn;t walk in."

But, most of all, that amazing, touching, funny, altogether delicious make-up/bonding scene:

Denny: Don't talk to me.
Alan: It's not like I went fishing with him.
Denny: And don't make fun of me. I don't know whether you know this - not many men take the time every day to have a cigar, a glass of scotch, to talk to their best friend. That's not something most men have.
Alan: No, it isn't.
Denny: What I give to you, what - what I share, I do with no one else. I like to think what you give to me, you do with nobody else. Now that - that may sound silly to you. But here's what I think is silly - the idea that jealousy or fidelity is reserved for romance. I always suspected that there was a connection between you and THAT man. That you got something you didn't get from me.
Alan: I probably do. But gosh, what I get from you, Denny ... People walk around today calling everyone their "best friend". The term doesn't have any real meaning anymore. Mere acquaintances are lavished with hugs and kisses upon a second or, at most, third meeting. Birthday cards get passed around offices, so everybody can scribble a snippet of sentimentality for a colleague they've barely met. And everyone just "loves" everyone. As a result, when you tell somebody you love them today, it isn't much heard. I love you, Denny. YOU are my best friend. I can't imagine going through life without you as my best friend. Not gonna kiss you, however.
Denny: I don't want you on my balcon... on ANY balcony, alone - with THAT man.
Alan: Okay.

::wipes tear from eye:: Oh God, I LOVE this show.