The good and the mischief

So after more than an hour-long conversation I find that not only the Mister is coming down with a cold but also another Mister whom I love dearly. Love as in very deep platonic love, but love just the same. You just cannot not (oh dear that's two negatives), love this man whom I met as a young boy and whom I have difficulty realising that the boy is boy no more, he's a grown up man. The mischievous boy is now a man, still mischievous, but so good at heart and also at what he does. But I am forgetting that for a while as I have no doubt of his musical prowess anyway. The boy-turned-man has finally in yours truly's opinion been rewarded, not with money perhaps, but with another kind of love, not platonic, but love nonetheless. And I am so so so glad. And it makes me so happy that he has bagged himself not one but two girls in the process, and no there's no adultery involved, although it would make for good speculation. And I am so so so glad that the girls are nicely beautiful, if that term could ever be happily coined. My Mister and this Mister get on like a ball on fire, the other Mister's girl is one hell of a woman, strong, a beautiful hold-up-her-head-high-in-good-and-bad type of a girl. And that's my type. Because there will always be a time for everyone, especially for the good inside with mischievous smiles!