A Moment Like That in Ages

And so it was, the thing that I needed, for someone to care, for someone to care about, and someone to care about me. I came home, exausted, trampled by the day, trampled by the sights and sounds of dance, trampled by my own life and fears and sorrows. Practice was cancled by me, and then I didn't go home because my parents said to do so tomorrow. I went back to my place, to Rob, who failed to even say hi, as I walked in my room, i shook with grief kneeling upright on my bed. I ceased to shake and proceeded to turn my stereo on. Miles Davis was my cure, but still the deepening music for my soul only kept me in a state of reflectivness. And so it was, that I looked at my phone, it was silent and lifeless. I looked at a message of motivation on the front screen that read, "VeronicaCnSavU". How I missed her so, but I failed to even try to think I could somehow talk to her. I tried to change my phone banner to, "Don't Forget to See Him", refering to God, but it didn't look right and didn't fit right. As I cancled out, I instantly saw my message of hope again, and then I placed the call. In seconds Veronica picked up, and our sorrowful voices both aked for each other. As we found out we needed some hope it became clear what to do. Veronica says, "What are you doing?" I say nothing, and then she asks, if I want to come over for a little bit. Instantly the mood changes, our hearts lift up, and the even the song changes to an upbeat tempo.