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Day 154

Tom: I don’t know, man. I think it’s official. I’m in love with Summer.  I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love this heart-shaped birthmark she has on her neck. I love the way she sometimes licks her lips before she talks. I love the sound of her laugh. I love the way she looks when she’s sleeping. [She’s Like The Wind by Patrick Swayze plays.] I love how I hear this song and every time I think of her. I love how she makes me feel. Like anything’s possible. Like, I don’t know… Like life is worth it.

Paul: This is not good.

Day 322

Tom: I hate Summer. I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. I hate the way she sounds when she laughs.  [Fade to black as Swayze’s “She’s Like the Wind” plays briefly]  Tom: I HATE THIS SONG!  Bus Driver: [Open to Tom standing while bus comes to a sudden stop] Son, you’re gonna have to exit the vehicle. 

you said you loved me and i believed it. i loved you so much, it hurt. i loved you so much, i spent countless hours just thinking of you. i loved you so much, i spent endless nights writing about you.

but most of all, i loved you so much

i let you go.

i watched you love someone else how i wished you loved me.

i’ll always love you.

"Who?" She realized his eyes were amused. "Oh, wait."

He shrugged. He was maybe the only person Blue knew who could preserve the integrity of a shrug while lying down. "It's not like you're going to kill me. I mean, if you were curious."

She hadn't thought she was curious. It hadn't been an option, after all. Not being able to kiss someone was a lot like being poor. She tried not to dwell on the things she couldn't have.

But now--

"Okay," she said

"What?"

"I said okay."

He blushed. Or rather, because he was dead, he became normal colored.