Wednesday, December 19, 2012

The Perks of being a Wallflower


"So, if this ends up to be the last letter, I want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started High School and you helped me. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about or know someone who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Cause I know there are people who say all  this things don’t happen. There are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17, I know this will all be stories some day and that our pictures will become old photographs, we’ll all become somebody’s mom and dad. But right now, this moments are not stories. This is happening. I’m here and I’m looking at her, and she is so beautiful.
I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. You stand up and see the light on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite."

Loved it

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