We go way back like having immature conversations about sexual relations, bitter relationships and that 1st drink we sipped. Truth is, we were still kids living in the bodies of women driven by our hearts waiting for our minds to catch up. And when they did meet we stopped dead in our feet and looked down only to discover we have treaded through unwanted paths. Still we were able to crack jokes on meaningless confrontations and hurtful words. Indescribable bond I'd say, and some days I wouldn't have it any other way. Coming and going, but in my heart you stay.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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