From across the street to across the Atlantic.
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You’ve gotten your share of sappy stories, @inescampospinto but I think you deserve a sappy post today.
It’s been a full decade since you moved away. During my teens, I had many friends move to different parts of the world, but this was by far the hardest goodbye I had to make. You were the only friend I had who I could be 100% myself around, fully unguarded and vulnerable and strange and weird and absolutely hilarious. To quote Taylor Swift (who I’m pretty sure we were listening to in half these pictures), “I’m only me when I’m with you.”
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I’m not so good at the technology things kids have these days, but I am eternally grateful for it, so we could not let a little thing like an ocean stop us from being friends.
Thanks for all the inside jokes.
For all the laughter (though, to be honest, it was me making all the jokes and your laugh just making me laugh 😉).
For teaching me how to not be afraid to talk to people on the phone.
For showing me how much I hate running, even with a friend.
For all the shopping cart fun.
For proving to me that cut up carrots are infinitely better than baby carrots.
For KIA (like the car!) and CW and TAG and Jack Nicholson memories.
For Betsy/Boy and uniformity with the zeros.
For Snow White and Little Red Riding Hood.
For the walrus and the spy.
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BASICALLY.
Sad you moved.
Only cried a little so far.
Happy you’re still my friend.
Thanks for letting me cry all the time.
U iz da best. 😘
