While my stubborn melancholic mind likes to play over those deliciously sad times in my life, I cannot also deny that there are many happy moments I’ve experienced. Happy moments that make me smile. Like snippets of conversations with good friends. Or good dreams where I wake with a warm fuzzy feeling. Or good jokes where I laugh till my tummy hurts.
I saw her again today. My friend. She’s probably one of the few people I know who can make me feel sad and happy at the same time. And as far as friendships go, that is a strange feeling.