Going on ANOTHER cruise to The Bahamas with some of my best friends in May.
Winning.
“Why is it we always fall for our best friends? Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because they know exactly what’s going on in our heads? Or is it because they are there any day, anytime, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches, or whispered sentiments of love? I think we love them because they are there when there is nothing in it for them, except for that little glimmer of hope that maybe someday there will be.”
