i’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who i am. i just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and i’m grateful for that. whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, i’m sending you love. you’re my friend to the end.
This is a photo from the time I ran away to Spain with a man I had met the week before, to live on an abandoned olive farm on top of a mountain. No neighbours, no electricity, no running water, not reaallly a house. But it was perfect.
Our view from the outside bed we all had a siesta on at midday. Then we lay here and drank rum for the rest of the day. Federico drank too much and ended up passing out and staying there until the evening.