onehundredninetyfive.

All the things you know. My schedule. My grades. My worries. My taste in music. My secrets. My learning style. My nervous habits. My friends. My funny stories. My opinions. My beliefs. My apprehensions. My fears. My drama. My deepest thoughts. My pointless stories. My stupid little jokes. My favorite colors. My top priorities. My parents. My hobbies. My little brother’s name. My favorite books. My insecurities. My embarrassing moments. My sense of humor. My past dramas. My mistakes. My writing. My smile. My imperfections. My lies. My favorite songs. My incompetence. My dreams. Me. You know me. And yes, maybe you won’t know me next week, maybe it will even take a few months for me to become someone different. Maybe, in a year’s time, we will become complete strangers. But then again, maybe not. Who knows? My point being, for a moment of time, you know me. And I’m absolutely comfortable with that. I never really have been before, but now I’m certainly ohkay with it. (:

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever. -Amy Tan