It must be a thousand times better to be a girl loved by a boy than a boy loved by a girl.
Still feels like a dream even though I’m seeing clearer, hearing clearer, thinking clearer than ever. The park’s stretching out into eternity, infinity over the road. Dark shadows darting about, there’s a meeting going under the pond, shall we go to it?
When I’m old. If I get old. I’m sure remembering us, remembering all the time we spent together, before, I’m sure the memory of you and me will feel closer than anything living at the time will.