. forward .

i saw an old friend the other day, and i will let you know that it was absolutely lovely to see her glowing face, the one person that i can legitimately say is always happy to see me, that smile is never forced, never has been, and never well be.  but this is far from the point, over her wine and my hard liquor she reminisced about the past, the blog i used to keep, how she would read it everyday, and thinking back i remember how it felt to get my feelings on (paper).  now i'm slowly realizing that it might be something that i need again. writing never hurt anyone now did it? so here i am, typing on this keyboard while my toes are at least a little bit below the temperature that is optimum remembering to just write.