Her voice.....

I was alone, I was looking at the sky and I was whispering loneliness when she called my name.
Blue skies, these white clouds, Toronto and its nice weather in May, her voice and all she says, her friendly attitudes, they are nice, they are my little reasons to be happy. They may look small, but they make big differences. Good friend is rare to find and hard to keep. It requires appreciation and understanding. As a nice quote says:

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.