the platonic debacle

4 years... no 4 and a half? my friend and confidante...

we were always doomed to this long goodbye. this twilight of friendship. i've been pulling away, taking you to shallow waters. soon there will be no place for you here. and this evasion, this feigned apathy and cool nature is my way of saying goodbye.

no harry and sally. never. as the phone calls and emails begin to dwindle. you will always be that friend who taught me. the one who walked with me all that time. and i'll always love you for that. i'll try to be graceful as i move away.

the days of late night coffee talks are ending. one day you will come over to my nest for a family dinner, we will reminisce about those good old days and make petty adult chitchat over dessert and coffee while the kids crawl around our feet.

memories of ice and snow

the big sister

ugh sometimes I wish I had an older brother to pass responsibilities off to. Somehow younger sisters seem like they listen to them better than older sisters.

For instance, there's some guy my sister fancies who is.... whatever. Anyway, I know that if we had an older brother telling her verbatim what I have to say she'd listen, but since it's me... Apparently I don't know anything. At least if I was a guy I could threaten him or something.

The whole thing makes my stomach churn.