Tuesday, February 3, 2015

We Shall Walk & Talk In Gardens All Misty Wet With Rain

There are different types of love, of this I'm sure. But I don't know of a greater love than the love between two friends who know every little secret, all the good and the gooey and the awful and the anguished pieces of the puzzle. My sweet friend had a birthday yesterday. There is no greater love than hers. I am so proud to call her my friend and often dream of the days we've walked and talked and laughed. And man, I can't wait until we share the next one.

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