Mar 30, 2006 22:13
endings mean beginnings. how well we know that. yet still how little faith we have in that knowledge when faced with an ending. tears are shed, you feel a slight panic when you realise a certain comforting routine will no longer be a constant in your life.
kleenex friday is upon us. how i will miss that voice every weekday driving home and whilst eating tea. I will miss your mischievous laugh johnny walker and the times when you and sal couldn't speak for laughing at each other about probably nothing in particular.
a whole new sunday routine will be made for you, fear not.
<3
it's strange how i love older men so fondly.