It will never be farewell until one of us dies, but good bye for now.
You’re wimpy, a wuss, you’re not a real man, your view of compassion is warped, and you hate it whenever I call you ‘Peter’. But. You’re also a strong person, a philosopher, a deep thinker and above all that; you are one of my greatest friends. Remember when I threw myself onto your bed the first time I was at your place? That was my way of saying; “Hey man, I feel real comfortable with you, let’s be great friends from now on.”
I dedicate this post to you because I don’t know when I will be able to see you again, now that you’re on your way to Japan on some kind of program and I’m off to England to study. With your excellent ability to keep in touch, we’re probably not going to cross paths again until we’re both 35 and have two kids each.
Until we meet again, cheesecake.
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