dear twin...

i'm sorry that i never "remember" my key to our apartment.

i'm sorry that i'm too lazy to cook.

i'm sorry about all the excuses i give for why i can't exercise with you. (don't worry, i'm running out...)

i'm sorry that i don't let you eat cremas as much as you'd like to.

i'm sorry that i ever introduced us to nutella.

i'm sorry that i try to sneak tasty treats into our cart at the market.

i'm sorry i steal your socks.

but i'm not sorry that i love you, so so much.

{photo from fall 2010 in nyc.}