March 2012
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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thatkindofwoman)
Strangers > Friends > Strangers
Meet, talk once in a while, talk every day, enjoy each other’s company, someone gets bored or busy, drift, move on, reminisce the memories, miss them, talk but everything’s different, strangers once again. I hate these friendships. I like the ones where you can drift, but every time you talk, it’s like time froze and everything’s the same.
