We've been apart for 2 weeks now. It feels like just yesterday I was awkwardly fumbling over your names. Now, I look at your faces and I can’t imagine my life without them in it.
I’m going to miss those familiar faces in unfamiliar places. I'm going to miss encroaching on peaceful lunch spots with our convoys of friendship. I'm going to miss latching on to your side trips at the last minute, because we all know I can't plan anything on my own.
One of the little idiosyncrasies I’ve come to love about our time together. Ask me about a memory from the last 12 months and I’ll most likely refer to that time in my life as a place.
Not a date or a month, but a city or a country.
We measure time in places.
And it has this ability to feel both fleeting and prolonged. One month ends as quickly as it begins. Yet, looking back on it can feel like reflecting on a decades worth of memories.
This is merely a fraction of the incredible moments we've shared together over the last 12 months. I'll probably always compare everything from this point forward to my year with Darien.
We're all in different parts of the world now, but I'll keep you with me forever.
Thank you. I love you.