nemsk
One of my best friends. Her name means princess. Ameera. First memory I have of her, she was bouncing down the stairs of her home in a white, puffy dress. For a tea party.
I couldn't lock the door. Not because I didn't want to...I hate that memory. But every time I think about it, I just start thinking about the good times. Not what resulted of it. I could never really categorize, but sometimes I think if the consequence of that relationship never happened, I might now actually look back fondly.