Hello Michael A!
Who would've thought that a simple exchange of numbers at the train station would turn into seven amazing months of fun and laughter? Well, here we are I guess, and it's time to say our goodbyes. But before we do, let's take a moment to appreciate the wild ride we've had together.
Remember our midnight backing? Oh boy, the stealth mode you activated to avoid waking up your neighbor was something else! You should win the Nobel Neighbor Prize for your dedication to keeping the peace, even in the pursuit of midnight cake adventures.
I found it sooo funny, how you easily catch colds even in the most unexpected season. Perhaps it's time to consider accessorizing with a stylish summer scarf. Who says fashion can't be functional, right?
Our music tastes may have been as different as night and day, with your affinity for calm songs and my love for reggaetón beats. But you know what? Our contrasting tastes only added more spice and diversity to our time together. Music truly knows no boundaries.
Aghh, and your piano skills and heartfelt performances of Michael Jackson's songs. You can belt out those tunes with such raw emotion. I hope you never stop believing in yourself and continue pursuing your passion for music. The world needs more of your talent and heart.
As we part ways, I have no doubt that someone as passionate and kind-hearted as you will cross paths with destiny. You have a way of making people feel special, and that's a gift worth celebrating.
So, here's to the laughter, the podcast that never was, the cooking lessons, “deep” conversations we shared over dinner and the mismatched music. Thank you for being a part of my life, for the smiles and the memories we created together.
Take care, keep being awesome, and may your future be filled with joy, love, and maybe a few more midnight cake escapades!
With fondness and a sense of humor,
Ari
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