first sleepover of the year.

the type of laughter till your throat dries is just another reminder
that you don't get to have this more any other time, year, century.

the screams, laughs, a red marked hand.

just as lovely as anything can be at this moment didnt matter anymore.

it just wasnt.

for a farewell came a reunion and new friends met.

for her, a new beginning and not any endings to begin with.

pink sheep, best wishes and on the return of next moment as if it was a wink,
before anyone know it, we;ll meet, laugh and all over again.

love everyone whose overseas right on. aw man. =)