keranzi

maybe you remember this post. it was about this girl:

(the one without the sunglasses. the other one is me, silly!)

a year has come and gone and although the purple stains on my white 'unmentionables' were bleached out, i will never be able to wash away the impact this girl has made on my life. [if that didn't make sense ... you must read this. or it's because it's late and i'm incoherent] sometimes i forget that she's only 19. whether she's mature for her age or i'm immature for mine, i'm not sure, but i'm also not sure that i care, because i love her. she's been exactly what i've needed over the past year. but, as it inevitably does, my life is changing and so is lara's and we're both moving into different apartments. we'll stay friends for sure, but that doesn't mean i'm not sad to see her go. 

so, lara, here's to all the late night meals, bike rides, 12:00 am smiths runs, sleepovers in the living room, late-night talks, fake arguments, diets lifestyle changes, boys that didn't like us back [or maybe that was just me], lesbian jokes, parks and rec episodes, uncontrollable giggling, hot tub hopping, facebook chats [while in the same room], and awful waffle after awful waffle . . .

it's been good. damn good.