Runaway

Hippie wanna-be lame attempt no. 1.

I slept over at Peps’ house last Wednesday. Too bad she needs to leave for work but t’was okay. Being there made me realize that I really have somebody’s back. It’s been years since I crashed into someone’s house but this one felt like home. I’m not saying this because she’s my friend. I had my fair share of slumber parties before and I’m telling you I was very cautious since I was scared to break something. This one’s different. It felt like my own room filled with different things that i can freely use and I honestly thought I wanted to dance in her big bathroom while taking a shower.

I guess the main reason for this post is to thank her for letting me stay at her place with open arms. For walking with me under the heat of the scorching sun to find out a good place to dine w/c she didn’t enjoyed but still laughed about it. For listening to me even if she’s slumped with work. For giving me the courage to get a new cut. For letting me sing my heart out and belt as if no one was listening.For letting me be me and simply for being there for me.

My dilemma ended a little too soon that I still wanted to spend more time at that place called “home” . :)

PS.

You may not consider me as your best-est friend, but you made me feel like I am.

Thank you from the moon and back.