Marlon has been an amazing friend to me for a good few years now. She’s hilarious and beautiful and so so lovely (with a brilliant taste in books/TV shows/pretty much everything), and we can talk about anything at all. She’s helped me through so much crap and I love her to pieces and, today for the first time in almost two years, I finally got to meet her.
The whole ‘trying to find each other in the train station bit’ was stressful and horrible and slightly terrifying, but my god was it worth it. I told her that I’d already waited two years so what was 20 more minutes? (It turns out I should have said ‘two more hours’ instead but I don’t mind. I’m almost glad it worked out that way (almost) because it wouldn’t have been us if it hadnt.
I already miss running around London holding your hand and covering myself in apple juice. (Maybe not the second part.) Today was lovely and fun and so brilliant, and your lovely note made me cry on the train. (Plus, thank you! The sweets are great!)
You’re one of my best friends in the world and I love you a ridiculous amount. I miss you already but I’m so glad we got to finally see each other today, after such a long time when we didn’t think we’d ever get the chance.
You’re lovely and brilliant and beautiful.
It’s possible that I may never stop smiling.
P.S. Sorry my hair looks so shitty in these pictures. I poured apple juice in it.
