Moments spent with this girl are like snapshots in time. I look back at this year of transition--moments spent in my room complaining about the nebulous cloud of life planning always hanging over our heads--moments spent drinking out of hot beverages in sunny French cafes and dreaming about what's next. All of the journey's most important stops and pitfalls can be traced by remembering our conversations via her little visits here and there. Always poetic, always honest, sometimes glamorous (but mostly ridiculous), she's got a wide soul and a deep heart and sucks the marrow out of everything.
Now she's off to London and Mumbai, and I'm going to miss her very much.
<3 you Alvin.
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