Sometimes, I'll see somebody walking by--male or female, it doesn't actually matter--and I have this weird montage of how this person will be in my future. I'll see us laughing over coffee, or just hanging out around a bonfire, maybe trekking around some large city together, becoming anonymous. A child runs by--mine or theirs? it's hard to say--and it's lovely. Then I realise I'll never see this person again, ever, or that I don't talk to them, or that I've never even met them before, and it's silly to imagine this long future as friends.

I sometimes wonder if I am the only person who does this. Alas, having posted this entry, I know that the comments will solely be bizarre pictures that do not relate and do not make sense at all. So I don't know why I've bothered posting this... but I think you'll understand.

PS. Have cried at least twice this week over the death of Elisabeth Sladen, Doctor Who companion extraordinaire. I won't be able to watch any of the old episodes involving her without sobbing like a small child now. Just seeing David Tennant in my head going, "Goodbye, my Sarah Jane" is enough to set me off. Oh dear.