Being in your early twenties is like I am all of the good and bad parts of my mother at once
Senator Robert Kennedy in California (March 1966)
Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.
But as you’re leaving soon, please do me this favour- Take care. Don’t get hurt. Live a good life. Don’t forget us. If you get exposed, don’t you dare give them away my name.
Your name will be the first one I disclose, mark my words.
“And what’s so special about this boy, anyway?”
