everyday

our first and last meal

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you were my favorite thing about this city.

leaving san francisco feels bittersweet because i don’t think i’ll ever see most of the people here again. but for you, i know you’ll always be in my life. we never really say sentimental or complimentary things to each other, so all of this feels exceptionally unnatural. but i just hope you know that you mean a lot to me.