For the past few years or so, I've been fortunate enough to have a wide network of friends who I love and care about. We sang to carols while wearing terrible Christmas sweaters, plotted and schemed for months an elaborate murder mystery party, held on to each other as we screamed and flailed together at concerts, talked about silly things late into the night under the sheets, and danced the night away, heavy eye-make up, spilled drinks, confessions and all.
But I can't help but think how impermanent all of this is, and that in the future I'll look back and think to myself, I was happiest then.
I want to hold on to this as much as I can.
It occured to him if he had died that night,
ReplyDeletehe would die happy,
because he was loved
~Radiohead