Bloglander

When is it that you think of me? When you notice the sky? When you
hear, "Charlene, Fear, Uptown?" I miss you being my friend. I wish we could
forget about the expectations, mistrust, the feelings. And not being able
to do anything about them. We hurt each other. After the dust settled all I
want from you is what you promised. A friend for life. I miss your laugh.