Life Moves On

There is at least one person in my past who used to mean so much to me. We only truly knew each other for a year, but she was my best friend; we were so incredibly alike in the way we thought and acted and reacted. But there was at least one specific part that was vastly different between the two of us, and that is why we aren’t friends now. Once in a while I’ll run across a letter or a card or something that reminds me of her and I remember the fun times we had and how much I loved her as my friend; I miss her.

Beirut

I’ve been in love with the music of Beirut, to be specific, the song titled “Nantes.”