I always just assumed that he and I would last longer than we did. That we would go our separate ways and maybe not talk as much, but in end we would still be friends and catch up with each other once in a while. Maybe even go on a date or two once we were both sixteen. That was the way I planned it, and the way I intended to keep it. But I guess I took it for granted.
"I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich." --Dan Wilcox
"Truely great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."
"We are supposed to be happy, 'for men are that they might have joy.'"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams-- this may be madness; to see treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all-- to see life as it is and not what it should be."