Friday, February 23, 2018

Comfort dance



Relationships are difficult. Memories are comforting.

Today, I indulged in a memory. Because I needed comfort. Because I needed to remember someone who thought that it was impossible to stop anyone from falling in love with me. He was wrong, of course, but, once a year, I pretend he's right.

Till next year.

Eighteen!

 I'm at the age of majority now. ;)  Unless it's in dog years, then I'm really 126 years old. Not much has changed since a year ...