I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.
“Augustus,” I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you."
Supermarket: “oh what package of crackers to pick? They’re all the same, one brand, one name, but really they’re not. Look, just choose something quick because people are staring.” My skin is on fire I must choose something. Pressure is overwhelming and the next minute I’m turning out of the door facing one week without food. Some days are just really bad but don’t let them make you feel sad: those crackers were probably bad luck anyway
since he moved away, i can only see him a couple of times a year and i miss him being around every day.