they have a story. i'm telling you, there's no way they don't have a story.they have this chemistry that's impossible to ignore. i don't even know what is.sandy hall, a little something different   a story told by the things around them. literally.  

      “But Time, unfortunately, though it makes animals and vegetables bloom and fade with amazing punctuality, has no such simple effect upon the mind of man. The mind of man, moreover, works with equal strangeness upon the body of time. An hour, once it lodges in the queer element of the human spirit, may be stretched to fifty or a hundred times its

  I'll give you a clue before we proceed: Wendy, who loved Peter; Mark, who loves Wendy; Peter, who learned how to love; the Lost Boys, who need love; and me, who discovered a new kind of love.    

    “But with you I am deeply, passionately, unrequitedly in love.” ― ia Woolf, Letter to Vanessa Bell    

  “Like all stories, the one you are about to read is a love story.If it wasn't, what would be the point?”

“Bye!” and she’s gone. When I turned to look at Bri, he’s already approaching me. . Can I run? “Woah there,” I even made than “hold up” hand gesture, “Just stay where you are.” “What?” “Don’t come near me.” “What? Why?” and he’s still walking towards me.

    "They said love is timeless but our time is limited... are you willing to risk a lifetime for something uncertain as this?"