Full circle
I miss her. Days go by, and I miss her. Her demeanor, her joie-de-vivre, her quirky ticks.... I miss my best friend. If I should begin to describe it, it's like letting go of your "blankie". You held something dear, very near and then suddenly, you're expected to move on and grow up. Suck it up little one. The process of acceptance is a strange monster. And it morphs into a different creature every time you experience it. You do things you don't understand why, you cry at u
