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Thursday, September 25, 2008

there's a time for everything. the lost of a friend. the obsession with watching episodes after episodes of L word. brings a chill and warm to my heart. it reminds me to cherish. friendships. relationships. people. things. it reminds me of the times we had one another.

yes. us. tp wolves. i really miss you girls so much. we're so lucky we have one another. a big group of people with the same passion in floorball. with the same drive and the same aspirations. we could look at each other and have this amazing understanding of what's going through one another's minds. be it in our relationships, in our stressful times, in difficult times, we had each other's backs. we could sit together at starbucks. some drinking hot coffee, some slurping fraps, still others slouching over the flimsy round tables snoozing. those times we laughed when we spilled a drink. times we oogled at a hot passer-by. those times. so precious and true.

though our feelings don't change. though we love one another so damn much. our lives change. our environments change. we fade into different agendas. we drift apart. we try to stay together like what we were before. but. change is the only constant.

my dearest wolfies, you must know...i'm so lucky to be one of the pack. to have been the leader of an amazing pack of wolves for that little while. i might have my failures, but you all supported me. it's so beautiful, this bond that we have. such a god-sent miracle to an otherwise lonely individual without any outlet. you are my outlet and my joy. you are where i belong. and will always be true to. no matter where we'll go, no matter how we all change and grow, you will always be a huge part of my life.

lets keep together. keep our hearts together. lets remember the times we shouted "wolves" together. the times we had betting on which team to win at downtowneast d`marquee. let's never forget how we fought to grab those medals in our hands. how we ran the reservoir and fountain. how we each had a pink ball each with our names on them. let's always live in our spirits. the wolves spirit.

i love you gals.
-cheryl
10:42 PM





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