I'm talking about when you find a person who just gets the way you think, feel and act. They don't necessarily agree with everything you say, but share many similar opinions with you.
Tonight, someone agreed that Mockingjay was depressing and without hope.
And she understood about writing from one's heart and sharing it with the world and the fear that seizes you when you let that novel (basically your child) go out into the great unknown, ready to be criticized for what you've conceived.
It's that moment when you're all alone in a strange, new place--a five year old, terrified of strangers--and a cute little girl comes up and grabs your hand.
"Let's play!"
Her face is the sunshine and her smile seems to sparkle.
By the end of the day, you're best friends. And nothing will break that bond.
She becomes that girl who you don't mind holding hands with in public.
People can look at you and think whatever they want, but you've got to show her how much you love her, darn it!
"A bosom friend--an intimate friend, you know--a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul." -Anne Shirley
This girl will be the one you dance with at the mall on the tile floors that change colors.
She'll be the one who loves to go to the Salvation Army and buy stuffy, old books with you.
And she's the one you pray with long into the night instead of giggling about boys.
But the giggling's important, too.
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| And it will be forever mine and it will be forever yours. |
Song of the Day: Forever Yours - Alex Day
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