Thursday, April 4, 2013

the perks of being a wallflower

Dear Friend,

I don’t know whether I’ll have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being my last letter, I just 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 has gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen and there are people who forget what it is like to be 16 when they turn 17 and I know these will all be stories someday and our pictures will become old photographs and we will all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here. And I am looking at her and she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you are not a sad story. You are alive. When you stand up and see the lights 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.

Love Charlie