Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.

Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

I look at people holdings hands in the hallways, and I try to think how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy.

And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.