Perfect timing...
Apr. 24th, 2002 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzJust when you hung up a sensitive conversation, making all these feelings tumble in your head, your phone rings.
When you look at the display, you see that it is your best friend. You pick up the phone and she asks "How are you?".
How did she know that you had all of these feelings tumbling together? How did she know your heart was soo full it was ready to burst?
Well, that's what friends are for, I suppose. Just to call you when you can't do anything but shout it off the rooftops. They're a little empathic, just for you.
When you look at the display, you see that it is your best friend. You pick up the phone and she asks "How are you?".
How did she know that you had all of these feelings tumbling together? How did she know your heart was soo full it was ready to burst?
Well, that's what friends are for, I suppose. Just to call you when you can't do anything but shout it off the rooftops. They're a little empathic, just for you.
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Date: 2002-04-25 01:23 am (UTC)I just sense these "things". Like remember the "feeling blue" card I once bought you?
I sense things, aren't I scary now?
*TC*
You....
*giggle*
Yeah, that was sooo sweet of you! I still have it hanging over my bed. I wish I could make more sense of this mambo-jambo of maybe-preminitious feelings. They're kind of messed up. So is my head ofcourse, which makes it even harder...