The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

You existed. You existed now as a fractal. Definition: A fractal is generally a rough or fragmented geometric shape that can be broken into parts, each of which is (at least approximately) a reduced-size copy of the whole. Maybe I was a fractal. Maybe the photographer was a fractal. Maybe we were all fractals.

As long as we can conjure, who needs anything else? As long as we can agree on the magical lie and be happy, what more is there to ask for? “I loved you from that moment on,” I say. “I loved you from that moment on,” you agree.

Told her she was beautiful. Didn't give up when she didn't believe me.

You can't know what it is like for us now--you will always be one step behind. Be thankful for that. You can't know what it was like for us then--you will always be one step ahead. Be thankful for that, too.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.