Yeah, so I'm leaving tomorrow yadayada. And I think (just think mind ya) that out of all the people I love and will miss out here, I might just love (not miss though) you the most.
Chikki, thanks a lot. For everything. What everything?
Ok, here goes.
Thanks for being my partner in crime and punishment in Manali. Yeah I don't think there was anything we didn't get our asses kicked for, except maybe eating and tooth-brushing. And sleeping. Like, in our own tents. Haha.
Also you were the only other girl close to the front of the group most of the trip. Yay.
Thanks for...I don't know, for teaching (but not really teaching, more like helping me realize) a lot about love and friendship and even a lot of stuff about myself. And I don't mean the 85+ item long list.
Thanks for letting me know the little bit of yourself that you did. And thus I understand you. Then again, maybe not, oui? You know best.
Thanks for the shared D'Arcy's lunches (and the CAKE!!) and for getting me COMPLETELY hooked onto How I Met Your Mother.
Thanks for, you know, all the hangings-out at your place. Hammock and Barbican and the guys. For the crazy-ass dancing with the guys where me made fun of the girls.
And for a lot more and all....
Yeah yeah I know you're gonna hate me for even posting this up, but I was gonna do it anyway. And it'll fuel the narcissism I know you have. So all is good, oui?
Oh and thanks for the huge hugs. The kind we LOVE.
So yeah, Chikki, I love you. Hug hug, and I hope you guys don't move, so I'll see you soon.