Amanda Mabel
Day 195/365 ~ and Honestly, My Life Would Suck Without You
July 5, 2011.
Best friend
Thanks heaps to Kelly for interviewing me! :) Read the interview here
Seeing people who you haven't seen in a long time is like opening a book you've read before, but haven't re-read yet. The familiarity is there, but you've forgotten the contents of the story a little. All the minute details, the words carefully typed out and printed in blackest ink, seemingly coming alive on the faded page. The light sound of their laughter, catching and riding on the gentle breeze that tinkles past. The notes and keys of their voice, each particular crescendo reviving almost forgotten memories that lie in deep corners of your mind. A slight moment of awkwardness as you're fumbling about for things to say, akin to the searching for the page of the first chapter of the story, but it quickly passes as the tension is brushed past with the delicate sweep of a finger. Everything falls into place just like it did last time. And you're grateful, ever so grateful that they haven't forgotten and they haven't changed, and at least this part of life, will remain as a constant for an indefinite amount of time.
Day 195/365 ~ and Honestly, My Life Would Suck Without You
July 5, 2011.
Best friend
Thanks heaps to Kelly for interviewing me! :) Read the interview here
Seeing people who you haven't seen in a long time is like opening a book you've read before, but haven't re-read yet. The familiarity is there, but you've forgotten the contents of the story a little. All the minute details, the words carefully typed out and printed in blackest ink, seemingly coming alive on the faded page. The light sound of their laughter, catching and riding on the gentle breeze that tinkles past. The notes and keys of their voice, each particular crescendo reviving almost forgotten memories that lie in deep corners of your mind. A slight moment of awkwardness as you're fumbling about for things to say, akin to the searching for the page of the first chapter of the story, but it quickly passes as the tension is brushed past with the delicate sweep of a finger. Everything falls into place just like it did last time. And you're grateful, ever so grateful that they haven't forgotten and they haven't changed, and at least this part of life, will remain as a constant for an indefinite amount of time.