maya. seventeen. you are, by every measurable metric, the funniest person i know. i love you a chaotic amount. you know how i said i was "fine" the week the girls in form 4 were being weird to me at lunch? you knew, immediately, that i was not, in fact, fine. you texted me at 11.42pm on a tuesday "jess what is actually going on" and i sat in my room and cried for forty minutes and then i typed out, in seventeen separate messages, the entire thing. you read all seventeen. you replied with "okay. tomorrow. starbucks at Causeway Bay. 4pm. i will be there." you were there. at 3.51pm. with a vanilla latte already on the table because you knew, without asking, which one i would order. that is, by some margin, the kindest thing anyone has done for me in this whole school. happy seventeen, my best friend. the butterfly clips are in my bag for the photo. don't be late. ♡ ♡ ♡
