wonder just what you are.
You showed up in my dream again last night..
I told you that you're my best friend
you used be mine
I consider you one
Even in this silence.
Even with all these miles between us.
And I fear my head knows:
our friendship is over,
or at least, at an acquaintanceship.
But my heart longs to believe we are still:
(even more than that)
Do you not remember what that means?
Maybe you don't.
Maybe you won't.
(Bound in Christ.)
I believe we are still sisters B.C.
And I miss you..
I wish I didn't have these doubts.
I wish I didn't have to wonder just what you are doing now.
((Wishes by Superchick))