I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.
Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.
This moment will just be another story someday.
The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach
I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.
I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?