I don’t know if I will have the time to
write any more 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 who’s
gone through it. It made me not feel
Because I know there are people who say
all of these things don’t happen. And
there are people who forget what it’s
like to be 16 when they turn 17.
I know these will all be stories someday.
And our pictures will become old
photographs. And we’ll all become
somebody’s mom or 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 as you stand up and see the
lights on buildings and everything that
makes you wonder. And you are 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.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Charlie Kelmeckis