It funny the thing you let slip away without a second thought. That memory you thought you would forever treasure. That friendship you thought you would hold onto until death. They just slip out of hands, and we're so busy that we don't notice and take time to swoop up the piece that are falling from our hands. It makes me think. What about the things that I hold to be important now? Will they matter in 5 years? Will they matter even in one? I wish I could go back and put the pieces back together. Reclaim the things I let drop. See into the future for the things I should tighten my grip on. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry mostly to you. You know who you are. Or do you? Did I think I showed you I cared more than I actually did? I know that now I don't. Our friendship is something I dropped. Something I miss terribly, and yearn for everytime I look up on my wall and see on my couch, or in our brand new skirts. Tomorrow is you birthday, and sending you that cheesy e-card just doesn't seem near enough.

So to you; my friend who taught me how to swear, made me spit my pepsi out countless times, livened up our popcorn with your feet, decorated my mum hair with frosty, stunk up my car with every perfum tester in K-mart; you are missed, and you are loved. You are in my heart, you always have been and you always will be. Although I'm to blame for dropping the ball, I want you to know that it was my favorite ball, and I hope one day we'll pick it up together. Piece by piece we'll come back together. Happy Birthday.

1 Corinthians 13:13

"And now these three things reamain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love"