Here we are, kobito. A year and 8 months later. Through our best friend telling us we’re wrong, through first times together, through stress and depression.
and maybe now we’re drifting apart, maybe not.
But the fact of the matter is, 300+ miles away or not, I think about you every night, and I dream about you here with me, curled around me, the way we belong. I just hope your parents don’t succeed. We’ve got all these plants for the future…I hope we can do them all-from travelling Europe together, to living together in college.
Aishiteru Kobito. So cheers to 1 year and 8 months.