Have that moment early on when they feel that they are starting to grow up... when they feel special and in the beginning of something wonderful.
I don't think I'm one of them. It's not all bad though; less disappointment.
Really: what do I have to offer? To receive?
I want the words.
And that will end before I get them.
Kinda like Nanny McPhee.
It's been a while. Mind catching me up?
ReplyDeleteI have found myself missing that which so many have experienced, and me, in my age, I have not.
ReplyDeleteI fear I never will.
This sorrow, consuming me...
horrible things happened three weeks ago. So horrible.
I read House of Leaves though. That was a good book.