That time when you just stood there and waited quietly as seconds flashed by and I tried to find the right words. Quietly. Patiently. With a sort of reassuring smile. And I won't forget that. When you wouldn't let my silence end, when you sought after the unspoken words even if they weren't important after all. I'm grateful.
I can feel something changing. For the better? Of course?
Everyone is saying that it will be hard. But it will be light. I know.
"I am trying," he said, "I am trying, I swear."
The Fault In Our Stars, John Green