Anyway, my fifteenth birthday went something like this: two girls, one guy, Five Guys, Nanny Diaries...carrot cake. I spent it with Marly and Evan, just a few weeks before Ev-dawg made the skip and jump to Colorado. A few weeks later, three families went to eat at Big Pie and then Ev left one sad lady on a rainy doorstep, with a big tight hug and a promise that goodbyes aren't really real.
I turned twenty on Saturday, and for the first time in five birthdays, I got to be with my best friend. He drove eight hours for me and took me out for a very fun evening of fondue AND Lincoln.
Between fifteen and twenty, there have been so many adventures:
all of them serving to remind me that somewhere in the world is another soul who knows and dreams for my
dreams. Who feels my fears, and triumphs at my successes. It is a
special thing, to feel joy in the simple knowledge that happiness has
touched someone else. Ev, you are special to me.
TBF
