Saturday, September 28, 2013

"I smiled. She smiled. I believed the smile. We walked to the stairs and then ran down them. At the bottom of each flight, I jumped off the bottom step and clicked my heels to make her laugh, and she laughed. I thought I was cheering her up. I thought she was cheerable. I was wrong,"

"I understand now that I can’t be her and she can’t be me. Maybe Whitman had a gift I don’t have. But as for me: I must ask the wounded man where he is hurt, because I cannot become the wounded man. The only wounded man I can be is me."
- John Green. (Paper Towns)

To my closest friend.
You know who you are.
We've had a long and complicated history.
And at the end of the day, there is nothing left to be said.
Cause you know without me saying. You know me better than I know myself.
Every experience I've had with you has given me better life lessons than anything else.
C&ABFTCDAF <3,
Aaiz,

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