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sometimes i feel a little guilty. the weather is brisk and the sky is blue. I walk past all of the vibrant colors of fall, the ancient red brick buildings covered in vine, all the beautiful people in their scarves and pea coats on the cobblestone roads. Autumn is perfect here.

I feel as if i’m living your high school dream, and i wish you were here. But maybe all of this was meant to be. It’s not exactly what we had in mind, but does it feel as ‘right’ to you as it does for me? I hope so. I hope that in ten years we’ll all be sitting together and looking back at these experiences scattered around the world. The future seems glorious. It’s glorious now.