Oh, it's okay. You know me - I nearly cry when I put Pride & Prejudice in the DVD player for goodness sake! (though this is a little more special than that)
Yeah, yeah. Pft. You know I secretly like them. Secretly. Deep, deep, deeeeeeeeeeeep down, in the tiny gooshy caramelly center, past all the bitter crunchiness.
What can I say really? I could say thank you for listening (sometimes ;)) to my rambling stories that are really about nothing at all, and for putting up with my Piscean tendencies. Saying I don't really think I'm quite as awesome as you described me would cheapen your heartfelt description. Thank you for listening to me whine about things and pine over...people, and for that Intervention - you know the one I mean. Thank you for forcing me to take some risks, like getting into vans with strange hippies and trying new foods and braving crowds. I look at all those pictures up there and I remember time spent together, not necessarily those times, but less eventful times - getting boba during lunch, listening to RENT at 4 am, things like that. You know it's always the little things for me. Even though I know college is over and we can't go back, I'm glad I had you with me to share the time we spent there; I can't think of anyone I'd rather have in my memories. But now I'm talking like we're dead! We still have time left you know! I'm
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