It was a Friday, same as today.
It was hot as any good summers evening would be - not like today.
But it's the same day.
24 February.
Etched into my head and my heart for all time.
Two girls, different but the same. Laughing and running. Shrieking and holding hands, running back to where they should have been all night.
Today is our day....diary writing, midnight feasting, Lost Boying, 13 13. In unison.
Today is the day we chose each other. To be the ying to the yang.
Today is the day I have to celebrate alone from now on. With my warm cinzano and lemonade.
Love you love
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