What if death could be postponed? Or even reversed?
What good are friends, anyway?
I want friends in my life who will have those rich, convoluted, dense conversations with me. Or not; sometimes it’s nice to share time together in silence. It just depends. I’m just not sure of what it depends on. What good are friends, anyway?
We done. I don’t love you any less, but we done.
Sometimes you gotta be done. Not mad, not upset. Just done.