What I'm really thinking: the terminally ill patient. Since I was diagnosed as terminally ill this summer, friends have rapidly disappeared.
I can count my real friends on the two fingers that I'd like to raise to the rest of them. It's hard being friends with someone who's dying, I know – I've been in that role myself – but it's harder being the person saddened by the lame excuses for not making contact. These all begin with, "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, but…" A text from a "friend" of many years told me she's been "busy, busy, busy"; another has been so tired after gardening she hasn't been able to email. Letters to crushes. There's a girl I knew, who's aqua eyes used to shine when she spoke.
Man did she love to talk especially to this one boy. Anyone could see the adoration in her gaze. Sometimes you could reflecting flickers of the same emotion in the boy's eyes. They would talk for hours on end. Ask E. Jean: 25 Things Every Woman Should Know.
Humorous. Quotes. Facts.