That is a lyric from a Linda Rondstadt song.
Today I received an email from the partner of the friend I lost a few months back, a friend of over half a decade with whom everything we did was shared. With it was a photo of the two of us together in Geneva, and it removed the cover on the hole that her disappearance has left.
Her friendship was worth the pain but I still wish she were here so we could talk about it.
However, the only thing I would exchange for the pleasure of looking at the photo and the memory was to have her back again.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
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*sigh*
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