Dave couldn't remember the last time a grownup had apologized to him.

Dave couldn't remember the last time a grownup had apologized to him.

I almost tell him that I'd never be able to do something like that, just take out my instrument and begin playing on a street corner. But it feels to personal. Yes, I'm shy, but why bring it to his attention? I'm too shy to talk about how shy I am.

Because a real kiss, a kiss that two real people choose to give each other - it's something that can't be filmed or photographed or drawn, or even described with words. Because a kiss isn't what it looks like or how it feels. A real kiss happens down deep inside of two hearts at the same time. It's hidden away. A real kiss is invisible.

It is not good to have TOO MUCH of anything.

Darkness is only light's absence.

Watch TV or something." That's what the note says. So I say to myself, Fine. But I think I'll do the "or something" part.