firsts: sushi.
i dont think there shall be a second either.
wishes: for cuddles. maybe. yes. cuddles.
exhaustion meets confusion. going out to celebrate melancholy - does it make sense to you? yah me neither.
its odd. sometimes, the choices we make...
to turn away from true love to follow our dreams.
while others live their dreams and wish only for true love.
to experience something that is just yours.
j is back, from farawayland. there, she left her true love, her name tattooed on his arm, his heart on his sleeve...
here she celebrates her birthday - we celebrate with her, as sisters. we are all sad.
we smile through it all and make too much noise, our everyday masks cannot seem to stand the knowledge of her pain.
we want to cry with her. logically we all know that it would be ok. but we dont. instead we dance, avoid eye contact. and sigh at the end of the night.
