A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good, and sympathizes with your problems when they're not so bad. ~Arnold H. Glasgow
This is my Maria, we met when we were 18 months old (okay, I was 18 months, she was 15 months, she would want me to be CLEAR on that). I don't remember life without her.
This is my Maria, we met when we were 18 months old (okay, I was 18 months, she was 15 months, she would want me to be CLEAR on that). I don't remember life without her.I don't have a sister, just one older brother...except for Maria. I can call Maria up at any time of day and lament with her the smallest, insignificant thing or mourn life's greatest tragedies.
She treats them with equal importants, which makes me feel like I am important and that I matter to her. I think that's all anyone really wants in this world, to feel like they matter to someone else.
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