She didn't even cry for people or you. She swept away a tear with her arm and listened as she moved to the squish of her wet feet in her shoes. She headed for the moon and she carried the world. It's times like these when you wish you had a good pair of galoshes. She liked to think of Kate and she liked to think of Greg.
Good friends are hard to come by.
So you try not to let them go. When she thought of them things were simple. They didn't do anything profound or important. They just believed in themselves and in each other. Fun unfolds for hours in places like these.