I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.
John GreenSo how’s it going?” “Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?” “Yeah,” I said. “Sucks,” he said. “I’m a lot better now,” I said. “I’m going to Amsterdam tomorrow with Gus.” “I know. I’m pretty well up-to-date on your life, because Gus never. Talks. About. Anything. Else.
John GreenI'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.
John Green