Last night bff and I stayed up coloring pictures and making fun of each other way past our bedtimes. We decided that our pictures were just kitschy enough to warrant framing and placement on our walls. At that moment we realized, oh my word, we have our own walls. They weren't owned by a University or even our parents. We could put up pictures of bearded ladies while blasting banjo at unreasonable hours and no one could stop us!
Bff and I have been talking about living together in the "big city" since we were in seventh grade. I can't believe that we actually pulled it off, and with style no less. Hurrah for best friend co-habitation and late nights!
Today, I received a love letter. It contained exactly what a love letter should; Poetry. Sincere, moving, and articulate. Not the nasty kind of sentimental Hallmark drab, but everything that is good and honest about that idea which we call love. The writer understands that "love" can mean much more than the common nomenclature. The writer understands the passage of time. You must understand then why I can't answer that letter back, after all I've recently embarked on the biggest adventure of my romantic life. This video is for you, and eating blueberry muffins in a cold, wet field. The letter means a lot to me, and I wish people did just what you did more often. I wish people cared without caring. Situations disregarded I'm proud of who you are becoming. I am fond of where we've been.
As for you baldy ... I can't wait until this weekend.