Fuck all of you except the last kid.
I just died a little inside.
This actually hurts me.
That last kid gets it
I’m waiting for the day that I can finally say “Hello Sweetie” to a stranger or to a acquaintance without misunderstanding it as a way of flirting or give me a strange look, but instead will say “You’re a Whovian too!” or “River Song.”
The ending I ripped in a book
The picture I framed and hooked
Something I have lost and kept
Something I have never felt.