Current realization over someone I’ve called my “best friend” for years.

This is going to be one hell of a night.

Yes, shes cockeyed. Her names Kesha.

1. I’m not excited about Sunday in the least.

1. My mum.
2. Cyn.
3. Michael.
4. Betsy.
5. Enrique.

Dear World,
are you kidding me ? I don’t miss a single person, but rather a collection of people that vary depending on the circumstance. Asking me to write to one individual for this letter would be like trying to color a rainbow using a single crayon. So who do I miss ? I miss Betsy when anything happens, Cyn when I need understanding, Enrique when I’m feeling talkative, Julian when I have a new man, Bertha Maria when I’m going out, Ingrid when I head to a laundry room, and Michael when I think about  the past. It doesn’t stop there, not even close, but if I were to name every single person who makes me smile from ear to ear, I would be here for way too long. Besides, the people I love know I love them from my constant compliments, verbal abuse, and the fact I tell them.
You guys make my heart swell up with happiness,
Flavia.

Dear Betsy,
standing in your kitchen this past week as we cooked our way to obesity and reminisced about the past was thought provoking. The last four years have been full of code Moms, days at the beach house, a ton of secrets, hundreds of sleepovers, and gallons of alcohol. And although we no longer know every single nook-and-crany about each other’s lives, I still consider you my best friend for the simple reason that you’re always around when I REALLY need you. In short, you understand that we work better with distance and have managed to find the perfect proportion of it. This past year apart has shown me that we have what it takes to maintain our friendship regardless of what schools we attend and where we live. Therefore, you are going to be one of the few who I will always try to keep in my life, regardless of anything that happens.
I freaking love you,
Flavee.