Dear miss Dove:

I could say the best words, and the best qualities. I could even try to write in french. I could make a big history of our friendship that seems more an emotional landscape. I could say I told ya. But there's no point in those things.

I don't know anything about life. I'm like a little animal that doesn't understand the surrondings. I don't have high IQ or a big taste in arts. The truth is you're my favorite person. You're the cousin or sister I ever expected.

I'm sure that I can live in Dubai and you can live in Australia and we could have 13 hours of difference and I could call you whenever I needed. Because you will answer the phone always, you will answer my letters and you're the best psiq I know. The point is I'm always here and I'll be always t(here).

So we are still young. No matter: the city, the lover, the dreams, the depression, the alcohol, the cigarretes, the coffee, the one night stands and the common (stupid) people. We'll stay always young.

Basically. Happy Birthday. We have to go LV next year!

Kisses, hugs and best wishes.
The other girl that her name starts with P.