Ally meets echo

Sociedade dos poetas mortos, 1989

"and when I'm with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. So that's what I think is love, mom. When I'm better because she's here."

Boy meets world, 1993

I don't have big dreams. In fact, my dreams may seem boring to some and vague to others, but I dream about the quiet. Wind blowing on my face, my breathing the only sound I can hear.

I think of that as true happiness, but maybe I'm just used to being alone

Pretending is hard. It really is.

I love the noises. I really do. But I miss the quiet, silent nights. Maybe that's why I stay up when everybody else is falling asleep.

I love being trouble Free. I honestly do. But I think about the time that hasn't arrived, where I'm living and loving, and getting my heart broken.

Pretending is hard.

I love who I am, I truly do. But being this person on the outside feels wrong, so I just pretend.

I have friends, I do. But I wonder when I will find someone who's just right for me.

I love the sun. It warms me up and keeps me safe, but I miss the uncertainty of the rain.