---- This is my bestfriend, Ica, from Turin, Italy. She lives in San Ponso. The other is a picture of me and Umberto, Ica's brother. At times I'd find myself crying in the middle of the night thinking about them and the things we did when we were 15/16. I've never felt so attached to someone so much. I've never missed anyone so much. =( It's true when people say that language is not a barrier. God just know where to put you and decide who you should meet. Ica and I sms each other everyday now. She's coming over for the summer. =)
