So again, as we always used to do, and for the last time, I will jot down some memories we best not let time wipe away:
-The afternoon we spent laying around in the shade of North-Oval trees, laughing with each other about the dumbest things imaginable.
-The walks in the morning to class and the rushed goodbye kisses.
-The beginning of the year party she hosted at her house with all our goofy friends... and the McDonalds.. all that.
-The nights we took care of each other, running from my house to hers or vice versa to just sit in silence at times and let each others presence sort out the heavy things.
-The FaceTime calls over the summer, hundreds and hundreds of miles away.
-The goofy phone calls about mishaps overseas.
-New Orleans in its entirety, from the tire explosion before the airport, to the hand-grenades and beignets within the last 24 hours of our excursion.
-The party at my friend's house where we all got a little too drunk, and said a whole lot of goodbyes.
-And all the nights inbetween where even in the depths of exhaustion we made the time to look to each other and find strength. I think more than all of our fun, crazy stories... I liked those the most.
None of these quite made it across her desk from the journal we shared, but they deserve to be preserved none the less! To keep them fresh is to cherish them.
We really, really, really had a good run. I'm going to miss that little ginger.
Oh and before I forget-
Happy Birthday! The best is yet to come.
-The afternoon we spent laying around in the shade of North-Oval trees, laughing with each other about the dumbest things imaginable.
-The walks in the morning to class and the rushed goodbye kisses.
-The beginning of the year party she hosted at her house with all our goofy friends... and the McDonalds.. all that.
-The nights we took care of each other, running from my house to hers or vice versa to just sit in silence at times and let each others presence sort out the heavy things.
-The FaceTime calls over the summer, hundreds and hundreds of miles away.
-The goofy phone calls about mishaps overseas.
-New Orleans in its entirety, from the tire explosion before the airport, to the hand-grenades and beignets within the last 24 hours of our excursion.
-The party at my friend's house where we all got a little too drunk, and said a whole lot of goodbyes.
-And all the nights inbetween where even in the depths of exhaustion we made the time to look to each other and find strength. I think more than all of our fun, crazy stories... I liked those the most.
None of these quite made it across her desk from the journal we shared, but they deserve to be preserved none the less! To keep them fresh is to cherish them.
We really, really, really had a good run. I'm going to miss that little ginger.
Oh and before I forget-
Happy Birthday! The best is yet to come.
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