my very own space
The couple of weeks after Stella's wedding was almost like jet-lag making me feel sleepy and just plain tired. She went on her honeymoon and came back not too long ago so she dropped by tonight to pack up her clothes. It took her almost 3 hours just to fold her clothes into 7 huge bags. Now the clothes rag hang empty. Looks like I'll be able to pick out what to wear tomorrow with ease in the morning. But hecks, I miss her.
I miss having her around. Although we didn't talk much when she was around but nevertheless, we had that non-verbal thing going on so we were okay. Just now, just ranting and catching with her was just nice. By doing that, I realized how much in common we have about a lot of things. The things I would say, the things I would do are exactly the things she would too. Seems like we're sisters after all besides sharing each others shoe size.
I'm going to miss this but actually, I'm gonna be looking forward to more talks like this. At least we'll have stuff to talk about when we do meet up. Till then, missing you sista..xoxo,
On another note, why did I call you?