It has been a while.
Since it’s been spasmically perfect I mean.
Love the fact that spasmically still comes up with a squiggly red line below it (guess it hasn’t made it into the dictionary yet). Love the fact that some things don’t change.
Wondered where to start again.
And re-discovered the beauty in where I had left off.
No, it’s no longer the same but the memories still stir wonderful emotions.
I hadn’t stopped writing.
Don’t think I ever could.
Some things don’t change.
But I’ve had my alone time.
I miss the sharing.
Miss my friends.
what she has to say,
how she sees things,
the gems she finds in every day,
Her way of Being (and Loving) SPASMICALLYPERFECT.
Love the fact that she does change.