Weekend? Why do you have to go so quickly? I don't understand.
You were full of kitty snuggles:
There was also nail painting involved. Glitter nail polish, weekend. It was with this which you seduced me so:
Between the short ribs and mac salad from Whole Foods Market, to the all-nighters playing chess, to the Exes & Ohs marathon on our iPod, and the expeditions to IKEA ... how am I supposed to say goodbye to the last weekend of my twenties when you boasted such blue skies?
So far I've been quite benevolent about this whole turning thirty thing. My attitude has been I may as well carpe diem ... not everyone has diems to carpe.
When I say goodbye to my twenties, must I let go altogether? Or can I pull these memories close every now and then and feel good about doing things I want to do?
Don't leave me, weekend. All too soon there will be bills to pay and careers goals to achieve and your simple pleasures may be left in the dust of my scurries and obligations.
Thank you for giving me something with which to curl up with a secret smile.
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