I Guess No One Stays Friends For

That Was What A Best Friend Did: Hold Up A Mirror And Show You Your Heart.

No Mother. Two Small Words, And Yet Within Them Lay A Bottomless Well Of Pain And Loss, A Ceaseless Mourning For Touches That Were Never Received And Words Of Wisdom That Were Never Spoken. No Single Word Was Big Enough To Adequately Describe The Loss Of Your Mother.

Some Stories Don't Have Happy Endings. Even Love Stories. Maybe Especially Love Stories.

Maybe Time Didn't Heal Wounds Exactly, But It Gave You A Kind Of Armor, Or A New Perspective. A Way To Remember With A Smile Instead Of A Sob.

I Guess No One Stays Friends For More Than Thirty Years Without Broken Hearts Along The Way.