“She’s special,” He said. “She’s someone to hang onto.”
“I connect with her,” He said, “I don’t connect with anyone else that way. I can talk to her about anything, and everything, and it’s easy.”
“Well it makes sense,” I said, “You guys were pretty much best friends.”
I listen to them, and I wonder what ingredient of human I am missing.
“they make it look so easy, connecting with another
human being. It’s like no one told them it’s the
hardest thing in the world”
He told me she was special, and he meant it, fully and completely. I didn’t know that sort of honest romance existed outside of love songs.
“I miss those blue eyes, how you kiss me at night...”
I only miss the idea of someone else’s fictional memories.
I only miss the idea of someone else’s fictional memories.
3 and 13 to go.
We shook hands and it was cordial, and he smiled with a hint of imp, and I wondered I factored into his life story. You just never know who you’ve had an impact on, or who will have an impact on you. I know I’ll remember him, I wonder if he gave me a passing thought.
We hugged, and I felt small, and he seemed great, and far away, and I wondered if I factored into his life story. I know I’ll always remember him. Sometimes late at night I cross my fingers that maybe I wasn’t just a passing thought.
Charlotte wasn’t peachy keen. She was good she said, but not peachy keen.
A world where a girl can worry about whether that boy like her, instead of worrying about where to get her next meal. Where a boy can save up for those shoes, instead of worrying about fighting cancer.
Where every kid is free worry about the mundane, and the superficial, and the quaint, because that’s what children should be worrying about, not about their survival. Where the biggest problems are what to wear for school tomorrow, and why a mug of tea costs six dollars, and what is the forgotten combination to their locker.
I hope I grow up to be more like you.
1 and 56 to go.

“I was sitting in a deli reading Dorian Gray...”
I wonder how to factor in.
1 and 31 to go.
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