May 15, 2006 23:59
I was upset because I thought I'd failed, and become a cliche. And I try to be mad at him, because we aren't friends and because he didn't love me right. But he did the best he could, considering the circumstances, and he knew. He told me that I needed someone to treat me well.
I looked through the yearbook picking out 1, 2, a thousand pictures of the brace-faced skinny boy with spiky hair on his head and none on his chest. I wished that I had known him then, but decided I was lying because we became who we are on our own, or with the guidance of friends, and now we've found each other.
" I was thinking; it's very peaceful, here with you. It's nice to just lie here and know that the future is sort of taken care of." -- The Time Traveler's Wife