The painted ponies go up and down

[aliceakimbo]

David turns twenty-one today. I'd like to hug him, celebrate with him, or at least wish him well, but I can't. He hasn't called me in months, and I don't have his new contact information. Maybe childhood attachments are supposed to fade away as we grow older, but this is not what I expected of our more than fifteen year friendship.

If any of you are in touch with him, do send him my love.

Current Mood:
Disappointed