A caged bird

I cant say i've seen alot of bad (or good) romances in life, but i guess having enough people around you...sharing their stories about life and all; opens up alot of possibilities to the theme.

NGF has joined our inner circle only recently. At first, i have to admit i was feeling rather reserved towards him. He's making his advancement in the ranks within circle way too fast. And when someone is always too eager to please, i have to cast my biggest doubts on them. Anyway, that should be an entirely different chapter for some unprecedented time.

For once, i felt sorry for him last night. It's our first French class, he looked completely washed-out after. Apparently, he had just shifted to his new flat in the morning, rushed to work...and had to endure the 3hours classroom after. By the time we finished class it was already 930pm, he was fumbling to call 'home' and i overheard him reporting his whereabouts to his fiancé (wooo hooo another french word) and that he is making his way back. I still feel sorry for him, i honestly do. M referred to him as a caged bird. I added; wet. Even if he's let out of the cage at times, i doubt he can fly at all. Such is life. Or in French, they say C'est La Vie.