The truth is, after a while, you realise that you are all alone, and that whatever you thought you shared with someone else is only an illusion for the infinitesimally small period of time you were both in sync. Then you move on with your lives, and you lose touch and never quite meet each other the same way again, because you are both traveling relentlessly on your own straight lines.

Thinking can be a luxury. Sometimes you just have to suck it in and tell yourself you will revisit it at a later date, in a time appropriate for regret. You swallow it and move on and you don't look back, or think and it wells up inside you until one day it all comes back to you, as it did to me today. I ended up grinning rather stupidly - the pointlessness, the absurdity of taking myself so seriously, sort of sunk in, and for a brief moment or two, all was right.

Life is a comedy, and rightly so, if only for farcical moments like these.

Elope with me Ms private
And we'll sail around the world