Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.
You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.
Everyone is special in their own way.
They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.
And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.
Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.