Sunday, September 28, 2008
12:32 AM
A sense of loss.
A new familiarity that I had to let slip off my fingers.
For assurance, I turn to those I hold so dearly.
Maybe in the near future, my dear.
Maybe.
And they say, what's yours will eventually be yours.
Who's to cast off the thought when there's so much truth to it?
Mamma Mia!
Girls' night out.
Sing-a-long music.
Usual dosage of ice-cream.
Ridiculous photos.
Little surprises.
Definitely high on happy times.
These are the people I turn to for assurance.
