• 6/12/2014 •
Dear Camile,
Please don't apologize for the sentimental shit. I feel the same way you do. Ever since I live here my weekends are mainly spend watching Sesame Street with little Suzie and searching for job applications on my laptop. With you living next to me everything was way more fun. The Paranormal Activity marathons - even though ghosts scare the living crap out of us, the many trips down to the Italian restaurant around the corner, the apple-pie fight we had on Independence Day. I miss it all.
About Jonathan and your dress-problem I can't really comment anything. Especially considering my awful taste in fashion (yesterday I almost went to school with a yellow top and a green vest, put together with red shoes). So sorry about that.
But don't worry you will find a way to work it out, just like you always do. Remember when we were eight and I accidentally spilled chocolate sauce on my new white shirt? You came up with the idea to pretend you were the one who spilled the sauce on my shirt, because you knew my mom couldn't get mad at you. And it worked. So don't worry, everything will be fine.
Because you're amaze-balls.
Love, Quentin
PS; I may or may not have shed a tear or two as well when I saw the friendship bracelets
