A few years back, we had a single girls’ night out. Just had pure and wholesome fun...erff...with a few gulps of alcohol okay! Anyway, that was really fun. I was younger then (on the second thought, I still am today). I was there because my friends were there, not because I’d like to find a way to celebrate the day/night without that someone special. I miss those days and nights - the gimiks, the conversation, the unblemished friendships. Things are different now - we rarely see each other, we rarely talk, with distances, with glass walls, with the so-called good riddance. Maybe that’s how life goes. There comes seasons of pruning. Sometimes, no matter how we want to hold on to something, we really have no choice but to let go - to let go, not because we lost hope, but because we literally have to other choice. There are really things that are beyond our control and at the end of the day, one must not try to hold on to anything but the reality. But perhaps some things are not gone forever. Life has always been and will always be a constant change.
Maybe I’ve grown a little...thoughts of spending this day with someone special not only crossed, but swirled and danced in my mind. But, as it’s always been for the last twenty something years, the dream of spending sometime with Mr. Special Someone hasn’t come to reality. And reality bites, uhh...well... But thank God! Girl pals are there! Last night has been another pure and wholesome fun (less the alcohol, plus free-flowing mixed nuts and a can of coca-cola and The Spirit of 67 filling the air with music while people are dancing). To my friends...thanks for a wonderful valentines night!
