“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
– Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins
I complained that we didn’t have a photo together. (When I tell this to people, they’re always like, WHAT?! It’s hard to believe, apparently.)
Then, when I was going through my pictures on my phone, I found this:
THIS ONLY COUNTS A LITTLE. So you are not off the hook. Skype screenshots also do not count that much, FYI.
I know I’ve been to Fuerza Bruta x amount of times (I lost track, I admit it), but I really think that going with you was the best and most memorable.
I know you said that you didn’t want things to change between us. But I think they already have… in a good way. Being apart from you for so long has forced me to express myself in some ways that I wouldn’t have done before.
Before you left, I somehow got the idea that I wanted to be able to talk to you like I would my best friend. I always knew that I could tell you anything… but actually doing it is a different story.
Admittedly, I wasn’t there yet at Day 1.
But now I feel like I’ve lost my censor. I can tell you things that I haven’t been able to before.
