That is such a cute picture of Tracie and Anthony. :)
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
You must think I'm still sixteen.
I dropped out of high school for a reason.
And I don't care if you're pretty. I'm not admitting you are right.
My soul is not a stage.
I won't pretend I'm anything I'm not
Dramatic Irony, I don't know what part you're on, but before you said you hadn't gotten to Jonathan's death yet. All I have to say is, you'll need some more tissues.
Oh, I've gotten to that part. I had to go back and stare at the pretty pictures to keep myself from sobbing completely hysterically. Now I'm at his and Todd's major fight. Welll, their first documented major fight.
Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature. -Nocturne