Drawing across the sidewalk
Crayon ends , i still have some chalks
I scribble the sun blotted out the rain
i want you to know that I remember
I wish you could see me
And even without your presence
I think i'm doing well
You only appear, so to speak
when you should , not when I want ( neither when i need )
You're part of what makes me even stronger
And, to be honest . . . a little unhappy .
But that's okay . . .
Some thing are just there .
unchanged . untouched . immortal .
People are the sum of their experiences and
you may not realize right away what interactions
have truly shaped you until those things have passed,
days, months, or years, into the future....
But I want to forget all those things for a minute. Okay?
I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you. Okay?
She was crying harder now. And I was, too
because when I hear something like that I just can't help it.
I just want to make sure of that. Okay?
And she kissed me.
It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell
my friends about out loud.
It was the kind of kiss that made me know that
I was never so happy in my whole life . . .
ー The Perks of Being a Wallflower