i have a friend who's getting married in a few months. thats how i know im old. i look forward to the day i get married, but i fear that the day will not come.
i sent a really close childhood friend off at the airport yesterday, didnt burst out in tears there but ended up crying in the cab home while reading the letter she wrote. i realised how much space she took up in my life, so much so im feeling im missing a limb. i hate goodbyes, especially if im not the one leaving.