I met you that day. Dusty room. We laughed and we raised our hands to a scandalous question. We had that little rainy outing on the road. And it happened, just like that. We laughed then... and without any possible reason, we laugh now.
Inside secrets that made Facebook a cryptic treasure house. (That some wall stalkers would figure out in an instant) Fruit jokes that no one else on the planet could find funny. Stupid, very stupid things that I did in unstable states that you entertained. Boy stories that perpetually ended with a whole hearted "Awie". Memories like infinite cello tape.
And now roommates. The prospect gives me little inside giggles. The ones that are tiny and don't come out loud but they sit inside you and warm you all day. We'll make that room the most insane, the most lived in, the most eclectic room imaginable. And always always, we shall laugh. MUCH.
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