I wish Santa to be just as
good to you as you are to me.
I hope he fills your socks with
your favorite candy.
Merry Christmas, dear friend!

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don't even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It's time to put an end to this. It's time for us to let ourselves be loved.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.