All night, nobody else came to dance, but we stayed and danced with her as she chattered away in Italian, me smiling and showing what I thought were appropriate facial expressions at the right points. At the end of the night, with the help of her dad, she shouted ‘bye bye’ – SO CUTE.
I was happy too, because I needed to smile. My best friend didn’t make it to music tour because of her awful blisters from DofE. I’m missing her, and I feel awful because I wish I was at home with her. But that little girl made me smile so much, and I wish I could have told her how much that meant.
Living. Laughing. Loving.