We will always remember the conversation/feeling prior to you arriving, Fontana, the nasty couch, Vegas, Pasadena, Rancho, Palm Springs, every fast food joint in the tri-state area, the unforgivable night we did back-to-back fast food, the uncontrollable jokes (under der), the afternoon delights, "blood", bonfires, passionate Moulin Rouge medleys, getting pulled over twice in the same day, the endless Maruchan ramen, lumpia, the NON-raging because everybody in California drives, awkward moments, sunrises, meeting both families as lovers, getting out of the cab and seeing you on Nth 8th & Bedford, hating Ella, bacon bagels, sweltering days, my first night in Manhattan, New York in general, all the "firsts" we ever did together, bittersweet board game triumphs, avoiding peanuts, avoiding the combination of beer, spaghetti, salad, icecream, cigarettes, and pistachios, learning every quirk about each other, the disheartening goodbyes, staring in each others eyes before falling asleep and waking up, every standstill moment we wished would never end, wanting time to fasten and slow down at the same time. Everything. This was our summer. More importantly, we will always remember the beautiful love that we shared.
Thank you for the best summer of my life. I love you, Thomas Jay Kyle Lorbes, II.
I wish it never ended.
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