"Hello?" "Hey, B, what's up?" "I'm fine too, thanks... so what's up?" "... what's wrong?" ".... what? How?" "... Oh my god, I told him all the time... That's terrible, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" "Sure." "..." "... he did?" "... he didn't?" "Well... thank you for telling me... Are you sure you're okay?" "Sure, I'm okay... If there's anything I can help with..." "Oh, right..." "I'm sorry." "I'm still sorry." "... oh all right, keep in touch, okay?" "Good bye." ----------------------------- Why do people binge drink?
Why do people do drugs?
Why do people fall in love?
Is it because we're missing something inside or is it because we need to be in a constant state of dependency?
Do we compromise our lives to feel secure for a moment?
Why do we forget about the happiness of those around us?
Do we shed our independence to be whole?
Does anything fill up that empty hole inside us, even for a moment?
And why do we always ask these questions too little too late? Please think one more time before you take another cup.
Please think one more time before you decide to experiment out of boredom.
Please think one more time before you say something that will hurt someone who loves you and who you love. There might be a lifetime to make up your mistakes
There might be but a moment to redeem them
There might not even be a chance at all. What is it that the grandmother said to Oskar in ELIC? "It's always necessary." Did no one see you under that table?
I wish I did.
I wish I saw the pain you were under, the people you were hanging out with, the good intentions of your heart, the situation you were put in.
I wish I was older when I met you, so I would have understood.
Would I even have seen it more clearly if I was older?
Or did not seeing it more clearly make me older?
I wish I never said those hateful words to you. I wish I left you a shred of hope. I wish I kept in touch with you. I wish so many things, but I can't change what had already happened. There's so many things I wanted to say.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
I forgive you.
Stop it.
You're better than that.
I understand.
Please get better.
I love you. I didn't think it was necessary. I had days, months, years to think it over. Some day, one day, I would swallow my pride and hurt to go back and say it. Why are these books so true? It's always necessary. | 
