If I don't cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it's failed.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

Push yourself. Don’t settle. Wear those stripy legs with pride. And if you insist on settling down with some ridiculous bloke, make sure some of this is squirreled away somewhere. Knowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.

...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.