I don’t know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate.
So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about or know someone’s who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone.'Cause I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. There are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs and we’ll all become somebody's mom and dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful.
I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights of the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.
(Heroes by David Bowie is supposed to be played right after, so the ending is awkward.)