It's 6.30 pm and you already texted your I love you texts. Your flight is at 10, but you know I can't be there with you at the airport. The gravity of you leaving is just finally hitting me today. I'm really sad. I had a bad Friday night, and all I want to do is drive over to your house, eat my way to happiness and cry myself to sleep in your soft comforters. You're one of the only people who understand how I function and how I think.
When I was making this blog in the office, a bunch of people thought it was for a boyfriend or whatever. I guess they don't really think people make things like these for their best friends. And I guess that's what makes our relationship work. We're not cheesy (at least I'm not), but once in awhile, we conform to the cheesiness. We don't talk everyday, but we still know what's happening to each other. We don't see each other all the time, but when we do, we act like we just saw each other the previous day. Our friendship is intensely weird, but I can't imagine my life without it. I love you!
I miss you, Alex Pajaro!
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