sometimes my memories feel like dreams / hearts
i might get rid of livejournal and myspace in the near future but i will never ever get rid of facebook.
my best friend from early elementary school just found me on there. i am completely shocked. i don't even know what to say yet in my reply message.
hannah grates. she moved from marshall to another town in michigan because of, as my mom explained to me, “hard times." she was the most beautiful and warm girl. even at nine years old i could tell. god. i am so glad she is going to college and seems to being doing well. i wonder what her life has been like! she moved around a lot when she was younger and we eventually lost touch after i moved. she was such a sweet girl.
i just looked at her pictures and she turned out to be a drinker and i'm glad because i know she’s going to look at my pictures now and try to see what my life has been like just as i did with her and i wouldn't want her to look at my pictures in shame or something.
a few days before she moved, we found two small stones in my front yard that were shaped like hearts. we got my dad to drill a hole at the top of them and then we threaded them with tweed strings to make necklaces.
on the back of mine, she wrote "i love you."
i still have the heart in my scrapbox here in seattle with me.
the day she moved, i remember crying for hours and my mom just holding me. i wish i could call my mom right now. but i will not be sad. i am happy. i must be.
my best friend from early elementary school just found me on there. i am completely shocked. i don't even know what to say yet in my reply message.
hannah grates. she moved from marshall to another town in michigan because of, as my mom explained to me, “hard times." she was the most beautiful and warm girl. even at nine years old i could tell. god. i am so glad she is going to college and seems to being doing well. i wonder what her life has been like! she moved around a lot when she was younger and we eventually lost touch after i moved. she was such a sweet girl.
i just looked at her pictures and she turned out to be a drinker and i'm glad because i know she’s going to look at my pictures now and try to see what my life has been like just as i did with her and i wouldn't want her to look at my pictures in shame or something.
a few days before she moved, we found two small stones in my front yard that were shaped like hearts. we got my dad to drill a hole at the top of them and then we threaded them with tweed strings to make necklaces.
on the back of mine, she wrote "i love you."
i still have the heart in my scrapbox here in seattle with me.
the day she moved, i remember crying for hours and my mom just holding me. i wish i could call my mom right now. but i will not be sad. i am happy. i must be.