I came over to your apartment, and you gave me a gift that you painted. It was the Whaley Love You painting, and it was so textured and so perfect and adorable. I felt so special for real. I have that painting on my windowsill now- it’s one of my favorite gifts I think you’ve ever given me although all of them are so sweet. I just genuinely remember feeling insecure about my special interests around this time, so the timing for it was really meaningful to me. You’ve always made me feel like I can just be myself and don’t make me feel bad about the things I enjoy. We later this night watched a movie together on the bean bag, ate pizza- this was the night we ended up getting like 4 pizzas unintentionally I’m pretty sure- and just relaxed. After that night, I went back home and I felt silly but peaceful.