8/15, no. 17

"everybody's gotta love someone

but i just wanna love you dear
everybody's gotta feel something

I just wanna feel you my dear
I know it's hard, I know its hard,

I know its hard to be in this position
if they stop loving you, I won't stop loving you
if they stop needing you, I'll still need you my dear"

I've made it to where I am - but, mind the cliche, and in all seriousness, I would not nor could not be where I am today if it weren't for those I've met and loved and spent time with along the way.

it's the journey that I will miss more than anything.

I want to gather around a table with my friends and look at every memory as if each active moment was a tangible piece of evidence for us to revel about. I want to say to each and every one of my close friends, "Come and see - look how far we've come." how far, and how much further we can go, the two of us or all of us or some of us - take your pick, we'll do it all, everything and nothing, just as long as we do it together.

alas, I cannot.