I’ve been thinking about my friends recently.
When you have the best friends in the world, can you blame a gal?
(Note: I don’t typically refer to myself as “gal”)
Back to friends.
Mine, in particular.
Although I guess this could apply yours, too.
I am wondering how a relationship—platonic, romantic, political—manifests itself.
This is the answer I’ve come to:
I am only 21.
I don’t have to have all the answers.
(As nice as that would be)
And I really love “Breathe (2 AM)” by Anna Nalick.
PS: Spring, is that you? Please, come and stay awhile.