i have been obsessively thinking about what my life would be like if i didn’t have valencia.
although not the reason i met margot, they were one of the main things we had in common. they brought me closer with simone and bex. they created breakfast. i hated erica, fiona, kelly and kimmy because of them, and eventually loved erica, fiona, kelly and kimmy because of them. a love that made me venture to west chester weekly, until i decided to make pennsylvania my home. a friendship that lead to spruce almighty, to the tga(r), to blair, to meghan hackeny, to marissa, to bro alpha pi. to a boy i fell in love with. to a job i fell in love with. to a city i love.
i said it to someone i worked with, and they looked at me like i was insane. call it whatever you’d like. i wouldn’t know a single person following this tumblr. i wouldn’t be sitting in my bed in philadelphia. i wouldn’t be who i am. i don’t even know what i would be if i didn’t have valencia.
there is nothing i can ever say to them to make them understand how thankful i am, how much they changed me. how much better they made me. next week is going to be such a whirlwind of emotions. i keep thinking about it, and i know nothing i imagine will compare to how it will feel. it just wasn’t ever supposed to end.
you’ll always be my reason to believe. thank you.
