tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28392259622912202972012-02-16T05:41:51.810-08:00Emmasenseihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08199168387106814527noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2839225962291220297.post-21345226709500381892010-12-30T10:47:00.001-08:002010-12-30T10:47:54.324-08:00<meta charset="utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">...My best friend's engagement would be the event that finally, finally spurs me to write again? When my own engagement, graduation, OHGODNEWJOB, and all the other upsets of the past few years didn't inspire me? <br />But suddenly I feel this desperate need to grab on hold on. I didn't like the person I was when she and I first met as much as the me I am now--not even close--but I don't want the incessant march of time to make me forget. I want to remember, and there's plenty I've already forgotten. The little things. <br />It feels good to do this again.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2839225962291220297-2134522670950038189?l=emmasensei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emmasenseihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08199168387106814527noreply@blogger.com0