Yeah, it's only one year. How long can it be? .__. One year past, one year on, one year later, one year gone. Things can, did & will change many times over, in just one year.
We were pieces of driftwood that happened to knock into each other at barely seventeen. One friendship was forged then, another wasn't. Eighteen, and there's still that one friendship, plus a Two close friends. Sigh. I can't help but think about them now. ;(
It's a night for remembering the past.
Flying on your motorcycle
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
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