this icecream tastes like memories:

wouldn't that be a cool name for a book? Lots of little and big things to lay to rest in this void of drawn so close to. On sunny mornings I drive to work on country roads and then a road with yellow lines assigning me my side oand the other as your side. Most times I can look out into the fields and think to myself that this place is as beautiful as any. Rolling hills of green, red barns that make you think of the kind of people who are down to earth. I go to the meetings and meet my new family. The friends who immediately make me feel like I have always been there. I think of linsley and her glasses that rest in the middle of her nose and the pencil she always has behind her ear and how her major is german. We end up in a corner saying how glad we are that we have found eachother and then laugh like 2 little girls who became best friends one day at recess. She could speak german and I would still laugh at everything she says. To linsley: thank you. At times though, I miss my old life. Why we have to leave things and never return to times and feelings that we always think will last forever I am still trying to figure out. Or how hearing someones voice or smelling a certain smell from a certain time can bring you such a certain feeling like someone is scooping out a piece of your heart. But what a bowl of sweetness would be served by this heart and these memories. The people I love and miss will always be my favorite flavors. No matter the things around me or me myself change. This is 2 scoops of happy and 1 scoop of sad. Frank says shots; I say scoops.

Unforseen Occurrence

Equals heartbreak? Perspective. I thought I was having a bad day. And now...what am I? I am nothing. My papercuts should be cause for rejoice, my spilt coffee should become a prayer of thanks, my headache is a beautiful pain.
How do you comfort someone who has lost their father? Their best friend? Their husband? Their brother? A rock. Someone who knew everything about everything. I stood shaking in my boots. What if it had been me? How do you console someone who is being ripped apart? Her crying was an audio of a heart breaking. I can't bear it. I've known him all my life and never knew him. I can't handle seeing his family this way. I can't handle seeing someone I have only seen as strong, as the weakest person in the room. I didn't think I would cry. But all I could do was mirror the pain before me.
When 30 cars are parked outside a house, only one thing has happened.
You'll never read this but I am sorry Smith family. For what it is worth, I love you.

My Friend, Haley.

I don't know if she knows this, but I check her blog often. In ways, Haley became my friend by things she didn't know she was doing. Haley is my friend not only for what she has done for me, but more importantly, what she has done for her. Tonight I miss my friend Haley, and I am speaking to a void. If change is the sea, Haley is a ship battling the 40 ft waves of life. I am the buoys to safely navigate her home, wherever she stays or goes.
Until we meet again.