You were home from Boston for a long weekend and I tried to spend every possible moment with you. From getting up at 3:15am on Friday to drive to Philly to pick you up to staying at your house until almost 2am, I kinda sorta like spending time with you.
One of my favorite parts of the weekend was when we laid on the floor in your family room, 30 Rock playing in the background, just talking. We talked a lot about the future this weekend; about a future shared apartment, future dinners cooked together, even a future puppy named after your childhood imaginary dog. (I can't wait for that future, by the way). My favorite thing about those little pillow talks? The fact that we were planning a marriage, not a wedding.
I'm glad you're at Berklee and I'm glad you're learning a lot and that you love Boston (because I love it too!). But I sure will be happy next time you're home again.
This weekend was perfect. I hope it was just a glimpse of more to come.
Love,
Betsy
So presh!
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