I Wonder What My Speech Would Be.

I'm Going To Be Who I Really Am. I'm Going To Figure Out What This Is.

And She Looked At Me Like She Couldn't Believe I Knew She Loved Anne Rice. I Guess He Didn't Know How Much She Talked Or How Much I Listened.

And Later That Night To Be With My Family At Dinnertime And Have Things Just Be Like They Always Were. That Was The Amazing Part. Things Just Keep Going. We Didn't Talk About Anything Heavy Or Light. We Were Just There Together. And That Was Enough.

Personally, I Like To Think My Brother Is Having A College Experience Like They Do In The Movies. I Don't Mean The Big Fraternity Party Kind Of Movie. More Like The Movie Where The Guy Meets A Smart Girl Who Wears A Lot Of Sweaters And Drinks Cocoa. They Talk About Books And Issues And Kiss In The Rain. I Think Something Like That Would Be Very Good For Him, Especially If The Girl Were Unconventionally Beautiful. They Are The Best Kind Of Girls, I Think. I Personally Find 'super Models' Strange. I Don't Know Why This Is.

The Inside Jokes Weren't Jokes Anymore. They Had Become Stories. Nobody Brought Up The Bad Names Or The Bad Times. And Nobody Felt Sad As Long As We Could Postpone Tomorrow With More Nostalgia.