dear bill,
first of all, thanks for agreeing to live with me before actually meeting me. we played our cards right when we moved in as strangers but damn, for all you knew, i could have been really crazy ;-)
some things were just too strange and strong to be coincidences when we stumbled across each other's paths. the way our friendship unfolded never fails to astonish me with its impeccable timing and has always felt hand-picked by God.
when life handed us a grand adventure, we just kinda took a hop, a skip, and a leap of faith over to the great unknown. and when the wind swooped us up and plopped us down next to each other, we pretty much knew that we had been struck with a golden friendship.
from the start, we leaned on each other for a lot. but more than anything, you needed me to teach you that pasta is a way of life and i needed you to enlighten my tastebuds to the essence of peanut butter.
i'm glad we didn't move here for five minutes of fame on a Facebook "life update" announcement or because we felt that we had to prove to anyone that we are adventurous and cool... (both of which we are but that's just not how coolness has to be measured.)
i'm proud of us for everything. woah, i couldn't have survived without you here by my side.
the wild late nights we had in the city will dazzle me for many moons to come. fun buns + body suits, vodka sodas, cheer routines on any dance floor, and somehow finding another pair of cute boy roommate friends to kiss (like Mary-Kate and Ashley find in all their movies.) we are fun girls, amazing wing women, and trusty sidekicks.
i'll never forget that one night (when we were still in the awkward roommates stage) -- we hung those string lights on the back porch and sat down to share childhood traditions and pictures of our families like they did in The Parent Trap.
"this is my mom's sister. we call her Nimi. she's crazy fun."
sharing a room with you was like the best summer camp. all the ruckus we caused should have sent us straight to an isolation cabin. (all we need to have fun is each other and a party-size pack of oreos anyway.)
when people ask me how i like living out here, i definitely smile out of happiness because i am having fun on this adventure - but no one except you (and my mom lol) knew that i cried homesick tears every monday at the picnic table at work... because you were right there crying with me. we did a good job snapchatting our slap happy moods at the gym and instagraming those pics of us on top of the world at the grand canyon - but we had our fair share of mundane, grey days that didn't make it in a cute photo and i'm ever grateful for the bond it created between us.
maybe one day we will find a way to really share more of the story of our brave adventures in the wild west. let's write about this crazy chapter and title it "You Can't Make This Shit Up" ...because i hope it could inspire some other nice people to not be so afraid to laugh during a serious situation, strike a little of their own gold, and also just because we have run into some interesting characters out here.
this is the part where i should probably tell all my *one million* followers who are reading this that you did not die. you are just following your heart back home to the midwest. (she's totally fine, you guys!)
although i am unsure what the rest of my story in san francisco will be like without you here to wander around with, one thing is for sure - i will not dare leave the house without my burt's bees chapstick.
P.S. DESTROY THIS NOTE AFTER READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LYLAS<3
-stun