She Used To Pride Herself On Her

Their Friendship Was Like A Wilted Bunch Of Flowers That She Insisted On Topping Up With Water. Why Not Let It Die Instead?

You Must Do What You Enjoy.

And They Did Have Fun, Though It Was Of Different Kind Now. All That Yearning And Passion Had Been Replaced By A Steady Pulse Of Pleasure And Satisfaction And Occasional Irritation, And This Seemed To Be A Happy Exchange; If There Had Been Moments In Her Life When She Had Been More Elated, There Had Never Been A Time When Things Had Been More Constant.

Failure And Unhappiness Is Easier Because You Can Make A Joke Out Of It.

And Of Course There Is Always Joy In Witnessing The Joy Of Others