Do you know what really hurts about getting old? It’s not the creaking bones or the dashed dreams or even the sense of death drawing ever the nearer. It’s knowing your best friend can stare you in the eyes and not recognize you.[to Peter]
Do you know what really hurts about getting old? It’s not the creaking bones or the dashed dreams or even the sense of death drawing ever the nearer. It’s knowing your best friend can stare you in the eyes and not recognize you.[to Peter]