I went around to a friends house today and I was in her bedroom admiring her wall of things. She has a full wall that is plastered in pictures and they slowly fade into drawings of some of the most obsolete things I can think of. She is one of the best artist I know and even though she acts like such a child and her personality doesn't reflect seriousness at all, she is also the smartest, at least within our year group.
About halfway up the wall I saw a drawing of a boy sitting with the most cheerful grin on his face and a girl, with billowing hair that is surrounding them, hugging him from behind.
It just has the simple caption, “I like you more than personal space”.
I've never really thought about it before but it is something I am going to keep with me.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
~ Neil Gaiman
“Maybe there aren't any such things as good friends or bad friends – maybe there are just friends, people who stand by you when you're hurt and who help you feel not so lonely. Maybe they're always worth being scared for, and hoping for, and living for. Maybe worth dying for too, if that's what has to be. No good friends. No bad friends. Only people you want, need to be with; people who build their houses in your heart.”
~ Stephen King, It