March 30, 2011

These last two weeks

Have been intense/amazing/strange.

I miss Sunshine all the time. And sometimes I don’t know how to tell her that without sounding like, “Hey, I want you to know how much I love you, but I’m leaving again.” Or maybe I’m not leaving, but that has yet to be established. Really, I’d rather it sounded like, “I love you. I love you until it hurts and I miss you all the time, and you’re the only person that it’s fun to just lie in bed with, and I love our Sunday mornings, and our sushi outings, and I don’t hate you when I smoke. So there’s that.”

It’s been amazing hanging out with her so much lately. And all the adventures and inside jokes and ridiculousness from these past two weeks have made me so happy. And also just reaffirmed my belief that Sunshine is absolutely the best photographer ever, but also possibly the greatest human being ever. We’ll see. Nevertheless, I love our giggling in the parked car while trying to sing in high-pitched voices, “You’re not even high!”, “You feminist whore!”, spit jokes, Humphrey’s, her newfound love of four-lokos, and Bo Burnham.

Babe, I will always love you more than holocaust burritos. I don’t know how else to explain it. <3