There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.
~ Marcel Proust (July 10, 1871 - November 18, 1922)
Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.
~ Loesje (November 24, 1983 - )