I've probably written you five thousand letters in my head. Five thousand letters I never sent.
Sometime I think I might trade it all to be in that orange cavalier with you sitting next to me on our way to Ottawa because goddamn I've never felt a more magical city than that (unless you remember tippecanoe, that is.)
We were so fucking young. You are older now than I was then. My life is light years away.
But sometimes I'll be damned if I don't wake up dreaming of la vie boheme.
((Use your camera to spar.))
And I guess all I've ever been trying to say is you were the best friend a girl like me could ever have dreamed of. My giant in the sky.
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