Feeling everything

On my way to meet the girls for dinner and end the day off slipping into comfort and words wrapping themselves loosely on your mind and untying the knots of accumulated worries. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Cheryl is trying to meet for breakfast tomorrow and I know that's huge considering the huge packing and stuff she has to handle before flying on Saturday. Everyday is like the scene from before midnight where they look at the sunset together. Still there, still there. Gone.