Sula*, my friend, who I am so close with that we are occasionally mistaken for a couple, (admittedly I do everything in my power, short of snogging her, to make the world think this) is leaving today. FOREVER.

Ok not quite forever but eleven weeks is a super long time. That’s like eight chihuahuas in dog years. For someone who speaks with Sula as often as twice a day, this is an interminable length of time.

We just finished our last Skype conversation together; we laughed and we cried, mostly because we were laughing so hard about the existence of penis cancer (Men- wash your willies). And then we said goodbye. It was terrible, like that moment with the plane in Casablanca. However unlike Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman, Sula and I shall be reunited and it shall be glorious.

Similar to this.

Dear Sula, I love you so much that I’ll even be the beardy one in this scene. (Photo Credit : http://www.telegraph.co.uk)

In the mean time, I shall content myself with dreaming of our future and growing old together when she returns.

We shall build sand castles with strangers and shovels. (Photo Credit :www.pressherald.com)

We will bungee jump as septagenarians and the force of our love shall keep us and our bones together. (Photo Credit: http://www.dailmail.co.uk)

And then at some point we will decide that we’ve had enough excitement and shall stay home to craft and eat bear pizza.

*Names have been changed to protect the identities of those who will laugh at the concept of a cancer caused by poor hygiene with me. Also take note this post is 265 words- you can do it.