.320 | to Diane, from Ethan

Do you remember our first interaction? You claim you don’t. Backstage at South. “He wants light.” The curly techie and the nervous freshman actor. Glad that didn’t last. From days of History Day prep, to hours chatting about nothing, to long drives in Putt Putt and short, scary conversations in Italy, you have always been my person. Even when it’s been months, we pick up where we left off. Even when we’re in different states, it’s like you’re just around the Lakes. Even when we’re in different places in our lives, it’s like we’re still running this show together. You’re my first call when I come back, the most patient when I don’t answer the phone, and the only person who still gets to STENO me. I’m grateful for you.