Floating…

Listening to the sound of water trickling; dreaming of the time when we laughed till we cried and cried till we burst into riotous laughter all over again. It would seem – only heaven could know why the things that happen, happen at all.

Maybe…

There are some people who are beyond the term, ‘just another person’. There are people who are more than attached to our lives – they hold inside them, shares of us – parts of us belong to them, and though that sounds harsh, those shares were gifts we willingly gave. We want them to own parts of us. We want them to be a part of our lives.

Serendipity…

Out of the millions of people in the whole world, how do we find each other? How does that happen? Where were they hiding all that time – or was I just not looking – not noticing the many, many things that matter far more than me?

I wish I could say it. I wish there were words. But there aren’t – so I’ll just say… thank you.