It’s hard to believe we’ve been friends for only three years. It feels like so many more. It’s been an eventful few years, that’s for sure. We’ve been through ups and downs, broken hearts and new dreams, Skype dates that end abruptly and phone chats long into the night. I know you hate to have a big fuss made of your birthday, so let me leave it at this…You’re so much more today than you were when I first met you. You’re stronger and more vulnerable. You’re more anxious and more couragous. And yet, despite all that’s changed, I’m so glad that at your core, you’re still the same Megan I’ve always known. Even if “always” isn’t as long as it feels.
Exhibit A: Chicago, IL, July 2009
Exhibit B: Fairfield, CA, November 2011
Bucket list item...CHECK!
I think I can...I think I can...I think I can...
Annnnnd....we're back.
Hey asshole – I’m trying to put on make-up & then I stop to read this and, well, crap. Ugly cry. Thank you. For the late night phone calls where I obsess, for being my photographer at random illegal fence jumpings in random cities, for your honesty, for everything. xoxo
LOVE.
She wouldn’t let me celebrate her birthday yesterday either, so I think THIS POST is only fair.