But there are exceptions when bad times happen. And you go about cursing and swearing at them. Searching for answers. Questions unanswered. Friendships gained, and lost. New place new environment. But nothing beats the good old times, days and nights spent in places you so fond of.
People come and people go, we will always want those who matter the most to stay, never change or fade. Hoping for them to stay the same. A futile attempt to turn back time. But things are never going to be the same again, only time can heal it, despite your desperate efforts putting in to mend the situation. The end has no end.
New love is found and embraced. Something to look forward to, a wonderful blessing in such a torrid year to start off with. And she is such a sweetheart. Always someone fun to hang out, dance, walk around aimlessly with, sleep, hug, kiss, love, catch a lame ass chic flick, indulge in ice cream, go for drinks and parties. As they always say with bad they always come with the good. And she is the cream of the crop.
My Amal Naemah.
