My friend is gone. We went back for a number of years and were co-bloggers on another place, now she is gone, but I will remember her, so maybe not THAT gone.
Mesa once refered to her as “(wicked)’s second mother,” and she really sorta in a way was. I would talk to her regularly, and if I didn’t call her or if I didn’t answer the call, she would worry that something happened to me.
But now she’s gone, and that’s something that hurts, just saying, here’s some cute things falling to sleep.
She knew I loved that movie, she would make fun of me for it, cuz in a way it’s a chick movie, and. . well, I’m me.