My dear friend without children.
Hundreds of years ago we used to hang out. All the time. Our lives were entwined, our dreams were aligned and our parallel paths stretched long ahead.
Then these other people came into my life. People I haven’t known as long. The little people that have snatched all of my heart and most of my time.
You and I still hang out, but it’s so different, I know. I’m sorry. Read more