The Moments I Remember

I look upon my previous entries with acute/chronic nostalgia. It is hard to accept that life will never be like so again. It's only been less than 6 months and yet it seems like images from another life long past. I yearn and I clamour for freedom neverending and alcohol overflowing - to have the days pass unknowingly and feel a private kind of happiness at being able to wake up beside my best friend, my darling love, for I know I love her in the morning when she's still hungover and I love her in the morning when she's still strung out. Our love is louder than words.