This belongs to Jessie.
In my mother’s handwriting. My best friend Steph and I got blue leaves from the play “The House of Blue Leaves” by John Guare. We have loved that play since we were in it together back in high school.
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
– Excerpt from by Looking for Alaska by John Green