September 2011
1 post
zatturday.
“will you always be my friend?” she asked with an unsaid “no matter what, no matter how many times i lose my temper, no matter how many times you get sick of me, no matter how many times i get sick of you.” i didnt even need to think about it. my answer came as quickly and as surely as a sinking ship. i realised at that point, that it wasnt just another question friends...