She is my rock. I love my O.
She'd say that her English is bad, but for me, I can understand her enough to know what she means. She has opened my eyes and fed me all the support and love that I could ask for in a friend in this foreign land. She is my travel buddy, party buddy and the person I can really talk to. I'm the type of person who has this bursts of depression and she's there for me. I'm in that state now, and I've just had a talk with her over the phone.
This is mostly why I haven't blogged for a long time. There is something wrong with me.