when we haven't even started....

crying in sadness

When we are old enough, we have so many stories to tell. Some of them are funny, some notorious and some very touching - those intimate moments with loved ones, long talks into the dead of the night, slumber parties with girlfriends, they go on. Remembering any one of them brings back a warm feeling within that makes the whole experience worth it, even if they weren't so good. We remember every single minute spent, the way it was spent, the things that were said and done - it all feels so magical in times of happiness and as if it were miles away in sadness, but we cherish them nonetheless.

monkeying around

Among all those memories, lie for me, those times when we stayed up late into the night, fighting sleep, just to be able to share more thoughts with each other. Start talking about something else and end up totally elsewhere, the entire conversation somehow making sense. a minute, then half an hour, look at the clock and it has been 4 hours, we talk and talk, about everything under the sky, everything around our lives, everything within in and everything without.

Then it comes, the very end, when we are required to stop, exhausted and with a lack of time. Doze off or drift apart. And, then, when you think of it all, you wondered what really you said. we talked for so very long, but there was still so much more to be said. if only there were more time, if only it weren't so late, we could have talked about so much more. But I wouldn't change any of it. I revealed a part of myself today, not everything was said. But there will always be tomorrow, when i will have so much more to say!

fun times with my sister, my best friend, my partner in crime