Tina, if we went to school together this is what I'd sign in your yearbook:
You are, most often, a genius.
The best geniuses are the ones who don't know it.
("So," Nathan says, "are the pretty ones.")
It's the damnest thing, being alive, realizing I used to breathe the same air as you and I never recieved the same genius abilities.
I've come to believe that we are all supposed to be for one another, but we fuck everything up because we try to control reality instead of letting it happen by itself.
Drift with me.
We already are.