I miss my dear, darling, lovely, amazing, kindred-spirited bestie.
Before I left we [well, not me exactly] made hot chocolate from scratch and talked and laughed and it was wonderful. When I come back we are making more [or butterbeer] and having a gilmore girls/harry potter/lotr/insert awesomeness marathon and catching up and so. many. hugs. and it will be beautiful.
ps: I just sent you your birthday gift—I wish I was going to be there to see you open it!
I miss you so much too. We’re going to go for amazing talkwalks and roll tennis balls across the hallway to each other and anytime you wake up from a bad dream you can come to my bed for a hug and we can say “fuck it” and go down to the kitchen for hot chocolate when we can’t sleep and we’ll cook for each other and laugh. so. much.