I remember last summer. When we snuck out every night to look at the stars. I know it's stupid, but it felt special to me.
And that day where we layed there on the floor for four hours, just cracking up every five seconds and talking about everything. For four hours, nothing else mattered. We laughed so much it literally hurt and I felt like I might be sick. I'd never experienced that feeling that...nothing else really mattered.
You tell me a lot you don't see the point in life, but when you look back on last summer, I hope you remember why you're living.
We all have to hold onto those small moments when nothing else in the world matters, because without them, we get lost and give up.
I think maybe sometimes you think I don't remember this stuff, and it makes me sad. It matters to me too.
I just wanted you to know that.
