“How well can we really know another person? People can be in your lives for years- they can fill your lives. But all you really know of them are the stories they tell you. And then they die. They always leave a mystery behind.” - The Summer We Read Gatsby
I have nothing to say about this, really, except that i love it. I love the idea that that after you die, you're something people wonder about. the air of mystery just seems magical. I'm all about magical feelings lately.
Words make my heart warm, and the people who put phrases together that roll around in your brain for hours and days. The people who manage to put into words what you can't. What you're thinking or feeling, the people who make you feel like you're not alone, that someone gets it and can articulate memories, feelings and moments with the exact right words.
To those people, I raise my coffee cup to you this morning.
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