Simple and yet touching.
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Simple and yet touching.
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Snow snow snow ):)
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The idea of reunited :)
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Dear Treviliana Eka Putri,
I am now in the year when people start to ask me about my plan in the future. I am already been in the part when I start thinking of what I have been doing all these times and what can I do to be better as I should be in years ahead.
And so are you….
Trevi (Treh - vee). We met for the first time in the national selection. Not being that closed until we made it to the states, the same “cheese head state - Wisconsin”
From the beginning I knew you, I honestly thought you were childish (with that typical voice, who’d deny anyway? :p) You know what, do you remember the first camp we were in? We were in the same conditions, being foolish out of new world that we saw and being amazed of every kind of people that we met.
Everything was so different, and yet it is still. Even me and you, were and are still different. But I am truly mesmerized that we kept the harmony. The afs thing “it’s not right, it’s not wrong, it’s just different” is evident by our friendship.
Our togetherness, our sharing times, our coffee(for me)-tea(for you) times are priceless. I don’t know what can I be in the world, without you - dude hahaha :p
I know it might sound cheesy or obviously it is, but we’re hosted in Wisconsin anyway, so yeah…
“You are one of my best person in my life. It has been almost 5 years I know you and yet it’s still fabulous.”
Forever and always, pride of Wisconsin. Packers!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREVI! IT’S TWENTY, SO HAVE PLENTY! :D
P.s. I’m writing this while my eyes are bursting into some teardrops. I am glad to meet a person like you in my life. If AFS says I met you as stranger and I leave you as friend, then jot this I never did really leave and will never do, never. C:
i like you more than coffee. and that says a lot.
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maybe it’s about the story
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art and its mystery
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She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails. - Elizabeth Edwards