i miss you. this, of course, is my fault, but it's so strange how fast time flew by. i remember thinking, "ok, i'll write tomorrow" and then tomorrow became 3 months later. how does that even work?!
one of my favorite things in the entire world is reading old journal entries. seeing how my hand writing changes and what concerned me that day. i miss your pages and my words, and how they seemed to marry well together. with these last few weeks of the quarter, i don't want to make promises that i'll break, but i know you'll be my companion as my make my way through europe.
i'll decorate you with momentos and postcards.
love,
celeste
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