#stephen chbosky – @cordeliaistheone on Tumblr

I don’t know if I’ll 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 is going through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. 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 that you are not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re 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.

Charlie’s Last Letter, The Perks Of Being A Wallflower