When your biological clock reaches two minutes to midnight & you need a hand give me a call
June 4 2013
Hannah, I can honestly [say] that you have single-handedly defined my high school experience, and that you will always be a part of me and a true best friend. We have made some mistakes, and learned from most of them; now we have to face our biggest test yet: life — our lives. Converting our ambitions into realities is a process we are beginning, finally. After hours upon hours of dreaming up what we want to do with our lives and the types of people we want to become, the time has come. These past three years we have grown up together, and now we must grow apart. Like trees our distant roots met, as if destine from the time God designed our paths (however many millions/thousands of years ago that was… evolution done, back to cheesy metaphor…) Into one strong trunk we formed a friendship that no [?] force could prevent or destroy – literally bound together by necessity. Now nature has matured us for our great schism. Branching out, we embark on our independent paths, never forgetting where we started: two girls, one in toms and the other in pjs, standing on a wet balcony.
This is the hard part Hannah, don’t underestimate it, and always trust in God’s promise that he will continually prune our shortcomings and feed our virtues. I know we have fed many of each other’s fires before, but with this book I hope to feed your passion for anatomy and biology, and subsequently your dream of becoming a doctor for a selfless cause — indeed a remarkable virtue of yours.
I love you, and I know this is not the end. You can’t get rid of me that easy. (Just like you can’t get rid of this note w/o getting rid of the book … hehe!)
San Lorenzo. Rome. 1941
Elsa Morante. 1974