I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words
I felt the kiss still there on my forehead. Literally. It was frozen there. I could still feel it. I wanted to bronze it, like people do with baby shoes. I wanted to mount it and hang it over my mantelpiece.
Since we all know for a fact that we're all going to die, why don't we all treat each other like we could lose each other at any minute?
