Most of the pictures taken on my last week were at Recoleta Cemetery. Jonathan and I ended up going here on a whim after one of our classes let out early.

I went through my photo booth and she probably has 50+ pictures from this session alone.

“For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”

- Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins

Then, when I was going through my pictures on my phone, I found this:

THIS ONLY COUNTS A LITTLE. So you are not off the hook. Skype screenshots also do not count that much, FYI.

I know I’ve been to Fuerza Bruta x amount of times (I lost track, I admit it), but I really think that going with you was the best and most memorable.

Before you left, I somehow got the idea that I wanted to be able to talk to you like I would my best friend. I always knew that I could tell you anything… but actually doing it is a different story.

Admittedly, I wasn’t there yet at Day 1.

But now I feel like I’ve lost my censor. I can tell you things that I haven’t been able to before.

Also, I told Caitlin that I was going to tell you this little anecdote.

We were out for coffee today, reminiscing about high school. During our freshman year, Caitlin and I had a HUGE crush on this hipster senior. (Okay, I totally admit it… I have a thing for hipsters. I don’t know why, but I just do and I always have… well, ever since freshman year of high school at least.) He was totally out of our league, but we kind of stalked him anyways. He was kinda hot.

ANYWAY, while we were totally gushing about this dude in the nearly empty coffee shop we frequent, the coffee lady was talking to another customer a few tables away. Since the coffee shop is THAT SMALL, we turned to look. To our mortification, this dude looked alarmingly similar to Hipster Senior. I can’t remember my initial reaction, but it was probably close to, “Holy shit.”

I felt the color drain from my face. Caitlin and I turned to each other at the same time with the same look of mortification. She says, “That can’t be him. This isn’t a movie.”

BUT IT WAS.

IT WAS TOTALLY HIM.

(Caitlin glanced at his laptop and the dude was reading the New York Times in Japanese. There can’t be another white hipster who dresses exactly the same with the same hairstyle who happens to also speak Japanese in Bergen County. Plus, he lives near me.)

Maybe he didn’t hear us. But the chances are really slim. We said his name a million times. The coffee shop was empty, and when caffeinated, Caitlin and I get pretty loud.

Whenever I talk about people behind their backs, they usually end up being right behind me. Oops.

P.S. Also, I went shopping today to try and find a dress like the long flowy dress that Iya has. Unfortunately, I didn’t find one like that. I got another one though, but I think you’ll like it.

P.P.S. Today, Caitlin told me that she was a little annoyed that my previous post was password protected. Apparently, she looks forward to these posts and was disappointed to see that she couldn’t read one. Hehe.

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3. The fact that I’m losing sleep over you means I might be more emotionally invested than I thought I was. You won’t see me up before eight again anytime soon.

I still lose sleep over you. But now it’s purely for good reasons. Good morning kisses are the best.

(Actually I wrote the above two-ish weeks ago around Day 4 /5 right after I reread the post.)