The Radio Comes Back Even Louder Than

Sam And Patrick Looked At Me. And I Looked At Them. And I Think They Knew. Not Anything Specific Really. They Just Knew. And I Think That's All You Can Ever Ask From A Friend.

To Tell You The Truth I Love Sam. It's Not A Movie Kind Of Love Either. I Just Look At Her Sometimes And I Think She Is The Prettiest And Nicest Person In The Whole World.

She Wasn't Bitter. She Was Sad, Though. But It Was A Hopeful Kind Of Sad. The Kind Of Sad That Just Takes Time.

I Walked Over To The Hill Where We Used To Go And Sled. There Were A Lot Of Little Kids There. I Watched Them Flying. Doing Jumps And Having Races. And I Thought That All Those Little Kids Are Going To Grow Up Someday. And All Of Those Little Kids Are Going To Do The Things That We Do. And They Will All Kiss Someone Someday. But For Now, Sledding Is Enough. I Think It Would Be Great If Sledding Were Always Enough, But It Isn't.

I Would Give Someone A Record So They Could Love The Record, Not So They Would Always Know That I Gave It To Them.