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We are two parts of a song. He is the music. I am the words.

If the ending is this painful, I don’t know if this was worth it all.

Letting go isn’t about forgetting. It’s balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.

I missed you. I missed you infinity.

The world keeps moving, no matter what happens to you.

We have too many voices inside our heads. You have to pick out the ones that mean something to you. What story do you want to tell?

I want you to know … if I could do it all over again, I would. Every second of it.” If the ending is this painful, I don’t know if this was worth it all.

You are my entire world, Julie. And one day, maybe I’ll only be a small piece of yours. I hope you keep that piece.

I wish I was there with you. I wish I could see the look on your face.

There are so many moments I wish I could relive again. Especially the smaller ones. The quieter ones that we often don’t think about. Those are the moments I look back and miss the most.

I always feel at home when I’m in the store. I could spend hours and hours in here. There’s a comfort in being surrounded by walls of books.

Life will pass right by you,” she says, her eyes focused on the road. “And you end up missing the little things, the moments you don’t think matter—but they do. Moments that make you forget about everything else. Just like with your writing,” she adds out of nowhere. “You don’t write to get to the end. You write because you enjoy doing it. You write and don’t want it to end. Does that make some sense?

If I listen closely, I can almost hear the hum of his guitar playing somewhere in the distance.

She said that, sometimes, dreams are the opposite of what they show us. That we shouldn't understand them exactly as they are. It can mean something in our life is out of balance. Or maybe we're holding in to much. Especially when we lose someone, dreams show us the opposite of what it is we need to find balance again.

Another world, another life, another thing to keep to myself.

But sometimes you just wake up. No matter how hard you try not to.

You want to feel something. Something meaningful, and intense. You want to feel that thing in your heart and stomach. You want to be moved. To care about something, or fall in love, you know? And you want it to feel real. And different. And exciting.

I feel like my life didn’t start until I met you, Julie. You’re the best thing to happen to this small town.

I listen to the message again. I listen to it on the way home, and several more times before I fall asleep. I listen to it the next morning when Mika comes over and I replay it for her. I listen to it again that night and the day after that. I listen to it on the days I miss Sam most and want to hear his voice again. I listen to his voice mail until I have it memorized, and I don’t need to play it anymore.

I really don't mind being ignored anymore. There's some peace in being left alone.

For a long moment, I can feel him lying there besides me. If I turn my head to look, I’d see him with his arms tucked behind his head, wearing his plaid shirt, his eyes opened wide at the sky, his beautiful dark hair, that handsome smile on his face. But I don’t dare to look, because I’m scared no one will be there. So I just stare straight up at the stars, and allow myself to keep pretending.

I should prepare myself for a world where nobody is on your side or willing to help you out even when it costs them nothing at all.

He was the music. And I was the words.

I don’t want to open my eyes,” Sam says. But the ride is about to come to its end. I can feel it. I squeeze my eyes tighter, hoping to stop time or at least slow it down. Because I don’t want to open mine, either. I don’t want to lose him. I want to keep them shut and live in this memory of us forever. I don’t want to open my eyes and see a world without Sam. But sometimes you just wake up. No matter how hard you try not to.

I miss you, too. I miss you too infinity.

And whatever happens, promise you won't forget me, okay?

We are two parts of a song. He is the music and I am the words.

To honor Sam, we’re going to release lanterns for him. They’re called memory lanterns. It lets you whisper something to a person you lost, and the lantern will carry the message to them in the sky.

Letting go isn't about forgetting. It's balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.

Hey. Just to make sure I beat everyone to it, I wanted to write in this first. I hope that’s some more proof of how much I’m in love with you. I still can’t believe it. How did three years go by so fast? It feels like yesterday I was sitting on the bus behind you trying to build the courage to say something. It’s crazy to think there was a time before we knew each other. A time before “Sam and Julie.” Or “Julie and Sam”? I’ll let you decide that one. I know you can’t wait to leave this place, but I’m gonna miss it. I get it, though. Your ideas were always too big for a small town, and everyone here knows it. But I’m happy your path somehow made you stop in Ellensburg along the way. So you and I could meet each other. Maybe it was supposed to happen, you know? I feel like my life didn’t start until I met you, Julie. You’re the best thing to happen to this small town. To me. I realize it doesn’t matter where we’re going next, as long as we’re together. I’ll be honest. I used to be scared of leaving home. Now I can’t wait to move on and make new memories with you. Just don’t forget the ones we made here. Especially when you make it big. And whatever happens, promise you won’t forget me, okay? Anyway, I love you, Julie, and always will. Yours forever, Sam

In this impossible alternate world where time moves in another direction, where the fields are endless, and where the ground beneath us has never been more unstable. Although I’m beginning to lose track of which way is up or down, it’s a wonderful sense of relief to have someone else here with me. Someone who can look, see what I see, and tell me I’m not dreaming. Or maybe we’re dreaming together, I’m not sure. But it doesn’t matter right now. Neither of us wants to wake up from this.

So I let it ring. I let it keep ringing until it stops, the screen turns black, and I’m alone in the room again. My heart shatters, and sinks into the pit of my stomach. I set the phone down, and curl up on Sam’s bed, letting myself cry.

I never made promises lightly And there have been some that I’ve broken But I swear in the days still left We’ll walk in fields of gold We’ll walk in field of gold

No one experiences grief the same way, and we all come out of it differently. It's okay to wish for those things, and even imagine him here with you. Because those moments inside our heads are just as real as anything else.

We were part of a song. He was the music. And I was the words.

No matter where you go, you’re destined to do great things. I know it.

Julie,” Sam says, somewhat tensely. “Don’t do this.” “Do what?” “Hold on to us,” he says. “As if we still have forever.

We have too many voices inside our heads. You have to pick out the ones that mean something to you. What story do you want to tell?” I

I finally heard him sing; what if i forget his voice?

Don’t worry,” Sam says. “I can make you another one. I can make you a thousand more.

Don't go yet. Julie... If I could stay with you, I'd never leave. But you did leave. I know... I'm sorry. You never said good-bye...

I try not to daydream anymore. It only tricks me with images of Sam, filling me with the possibility that we can still be together, that there's still a future for us, until reality comes in like a storm to blow everything away.

We stayed up all night talking about what we wanted to do ten years from now, waiting to see that burning red glow curve along a dark sky, oblivious to the significance of seeing another day. And oblivious to a future when one of us would be gone.

Sam’s voice comes through the phone. “Hey—so, I’m not sure if I should do this … Or if it will even work. I probably should have said this to you over the phone, but we ran out of time. Or maybe, the truth is, I was scared you would think of me differently … That is, if you knew why I picked up the phone that first time—” He pauses. “Before we hung up, you said something that made me feel a bit guilty. You said I picked up your call that night because you needed me. I guess part of that is true. But that isn’t the reason I answered.” A long pause. “The truth is … I picked up because—because I needed you. I needed to hear your voice again, Julie. Because I wanted to make sure you didn’t forget me. You see, I took you to all those places—like the fields, to see the stars that night—so that you’d always remember. So that whenever you looked up at the sky at night, you’d think of me. Because I didn’t want to let you go yet. I never wanted to say good-bye, Jules. And I[…]” Excerpt From You've Reached Sam Dustin Thao This material may be protected by copyright.

There’s a long silence before he finally answers this. He says, “I wanted to give us a chance to say good-bye.

we have too many voices in our heads. I wish I could mute them all so I could find my own.

What will they think of it? What if none of them care what I have to say? What do I have to say? And what if it’s insignificant to the rest of the world? I guess that shouldn’t matter, as long as it matters to me, right? It’s harder than it sounds, though. To write for yourself. Maybe that’s what Mr. Lee meant when he said we have too many voices in our heads. I wish I could mute them all so I could find my own.

The band is in full uniform, playing a mess of unrecognizable songs

Use your time at the store. Talk with the books for inspiration. They’re full of ideas.

Sometimes, I like to pretend he’s in the bathroom, or grabbing some water downstairs, and is about to come back.

Out there, life doesn't give you extensions. Even during the hardest times. So let this be a valuable lesson for you. You'll thank me later.

As I listen to the song alone in my room, I suddenly realize I will never hear Sam sing it for me, and that “Someday” never came.

If I could do it all over again, I would. Every second of it

You know, Jules, you can’t always plan out every detail, though. There will always be things we can’t prepare for. You have to live in the moment sometimes. Let life surprise you.

After all this time I finally found him, but I'm too late.

I don’t know what to say. I hate good-byes. Especially with him.

You have a whole life ahead of you. There's so much to look forward to. And you're destined to do great things, I know it.

You’re wrong about something. You did leave a mark on the world, Sam. You left a mark on me. You changed my life. And I’ll never forget you, okay?

But what if I don’t like the moment I’m living in?

Letting go isn't about forgetting. It's about balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.

If the ending is this painful, I don’t know if this was worth it

I missed you, too. I missed you infinity.

After we hang up, I'm going to call you again. And I need you to not pick up this time. Can you promise me that?

After all this time, I finally found him. But I'm too later (pg. 115)

I think about him whenever I close my eyes, and see us together again, lying out there in the fields (pg. 293)

There are so many moments I wish I could relive again. Especially the smaller ones. The quieter ones that we often don’t think about. Those are the moments I look back and miss the most

You know, Jules, you can’t always plan out every detail, though. There will always be things we can’t prepare for,” he says. “You have to live in the moment sometimes. Let life surprise you.

I want to be there with you. I want to graduate with you guys. I want to move out of Ellensburg, and live with you, and grow old together. But I can’t.” Another pause. “But you still can. You can still have all those things, Julie. Because you deserve them. And you deserve to fall in love a dozen times, because you are kind

The books missed you,” Mr. Lee says with a lift of a hand. While someone else might find his words strange, I’ve grown accustomed to how he imbues personalities into the books of the store, bringing them to life. For instance, when a new book would come in, he’d say, “We’ll need to find this one a home.” It always makes me smile.

You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me. And when I think about my life, I think of you in it. You are my entire world, Julie. And one day, maybe I’ll only be a small piece of yours. I hope you keep that piece.

He might be physically gone, but you will always carry a piece of him with you. I know your time with Sam was much shorter that you wanted it to be, but that time together isn't something you can give back. Letting go isn't about forgetting. It's balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.

He might be physically gone, but you will always carry a piece of him with you. I know your time with Sam was much shorter than you wanted it to be, but that time together isn’t something you can give back. Letting go isn’t about forgetting. It’s balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.

My Mum says "Plans don’t always work out how we expect them to.” “I’m learning that…” I say, resting my head against the window. “Don’t put too much effort into things. You’ll only end up being disappointed.” “That’s a bit pessimistic,” my mother says. “Sure, life ends up more complicated than we want. But you figure it out.” I sigh. “You’d think at least one thing would work out, though,” I say. “Sometimes I wish I could skip a few years into the future to see where I end up. So I don’t waste all this time planning things out, only to have none of it go right.” “That’s not a way to live life,” my mother says, her hands gripping the wheel. “Always worrying about what comes next, instead of living in the moment. I see this in a lot of my students. And I’m seeing it in you…” She looks at me. “You’re living ahead of yourself, Julie. Making decisions, and wanting things done, only to set up the future.” “What’s so wrong with that?” I ask “Life will pass right by you,” she says, her eyes focused on the road. “And you end up missing the little things, the moments you don’t think matter—but they do. Moments that make you forget about everything else. Just like with your writing,” she adds out of nowhere. “You don’t write to get to the end. You write because you enjoy doing it. You write and don’t want it to end. Does that make some sense?

if ending is this painful, i don't know if this worth it all

I look at him. “How often do you come here? if you don’t mind me asking.” Oliver shrugs. “Maybe too often.

The books welcome you back

And out there, life doesn't give you extensions. Even during the hardest times. So let this be a valuable lesson for you.

Life will pass right by you. And you end up missing the little things, the moments you don't think matter--but they do. Moments that make you forget about everything else.

We have too many voices inside our heads. You have to pick out the ones that mean something to you.

Use you time at the store. Talk with the books for inspiration. They’re full of ideas

You can't always plan out every detail, though. There will always be things we can't prepare for. You have to live in the moment sometimes. Let life surprise you.

If only he just this once let me be upset instead of always trying to fix things, no one would be blaming me for what happened. I wouldn't be blaming me.

So don't you forget me, those memories we hold Like water and time We are written in sone...

Letting go isn’t about forgetting. It’s balancing moving forward with life, and looking back from time to time, remembering the people in it.” I

But you were so busy trying to forget him that you were willing to forget me. You forget there were three of us. It wasn't just you and Sam. I was a part of that too...

After all this time, I finally found him. But I’m too late.

You have to live in the moment sometimes. Let life surprise you.

The world keeps moving no matter what happens to you.

If the ending is this painful, i dont know if it was worth it all.

Weißt du, man kann nicht immer alles planen. Es gibt immer Dinge, auf die man sich nicht vorbereiten kann Du musst manchmal mehr im Augenblick leben. Dich vom Leben überraschen lassen.

There are so many moments, I wish I could relive again. Especially the smaller ones. The quieter ones that we don't often think about. Those are the moments I look back and miss the most.

I feel like my life didn’t start until I met you, Julie. You’re the best thing to happen to this small town. To me, I realize it doesn’t matter where we’re going next, as long as we’re together.

Pristine white, pearly, and translucent, it almost glows from within, giving off its own light. “It’s selenite,” Yuki says. “My mother gave it to me. It’s supposed to bring you luck and protection.

Only I reamin running further down the fields until the voices calling me sound far away. All I hear are my own heavy breaths and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Another breeze comes and lifts the lantern even higher, moving it past the line of the mountains. And it keeps on going no matter how hard I'm running. But eventually I become so tired and out of breath, I can't run anymore. So I stop and stand there, gazing up, watching it vanish into the sky with all of the others until I can no longer recognize it from the millions of stars. The lantern is gone. I lost it. I can't lose you, too. Not again.

I know this doesn’t really make sense right now. But, maybe we don’t need to complicate it with questions we don’t know the answers to. Maybe we can just enjoy this chance for what it is. For as long as we have it.

I just came from Bunker Hill,’ I told Sam. ‘Hel offered me a reunion with my mother.’ I managed to tell her the story. Samirah reached out as if to touch my arm, then apparently changed her mind. ‘I’m so sorry, Magnus. But Hel lies. You can’t trust her. She’s just like my father, only colder. You made the right choice.’ ‘Yeah … still. You ever do the right thing, and you know it’s the right thing, but it leaves you feeling horrible?’ ‘You’ve just described most days of my life.’ Sam pulled up her hood. ‘When I became a Valkyrie … I’m still not sure why I fought that frost giant. The kids at Malcolm X were terrible to me. The usual garbage: they asked me if I was a terrorist. They yanked off my hijab. They slipped disgusting notes and pictures into my locker. When that giant attacked … I could’ve pretended to be just another mortal and got myself to safety. But I didn’t even think about running away. Why did I risk my life for those kids?’ I smiled. ‘What?’ she demanded. ‘Somebody once told me that a hero’s bravery has to be unplanned – a genuine response to a crisis. It has to come from the heart, without any thought of reward.’ Sam huffed. ‘That somebody sounds pretty smug.’ ‘Maybe you didn’t need to come here,’ I decided. ‘Maybe I did. To understand why we’re a good team.

I asked you what kind of movies you liked and you said the ones that make you cry. You said you want to cry in a way you've never cried before. Don't you remember?" I think about it. It does sound like something I'd say. "I thought about that a lot. I wondered why someone would want to intentionally experience that. I think I figured it out. You want to feel something. Something meaningful, and intense. You want to feel that thing in your heart and stomach. You want to be moved. To care about something, or fall in love, you know? And you want to to feel real, and different. And exciting.

But Sam didn’t die in the wreck that flipped his car. Not only did he manage to stay conscious, he freed himself from the seat, crawled out onto the road, and began walking. Somehow, he made it more than a mile down the road before collapsing. An officer said it was a testament to how strong he was. I think it was a testament to how much he wanted to live. It took hours before someone finally found him. It was too late by then. Sam had lost too much blood and died from exhaustion. No one likes to say it, but maybe it would have been easier for him if he’d died there in the crash. But his will to live on was too stubborn. Just like him.

I feel like my life didn’t start until I met you, Julie. You’re the best thing to happen to this small town. To me. I realize it doesn’t matter where we’re going next, as long as we’re together. I’ll be honest. I used to be scared of leaving home. Now I can’t wait to move on and make new memories with you. Just don’t forget the ones we made here. Especially when you make it big. And whatever happens, promise you won’t forget me, okay?

It’s on me!” Maybe it’s the empathy from being a writer that makes me stop walking. Or maybe it’s Sam’s voice inside my head. Reluctantly, I take a deep breath and turn around. I narrow my eyes. “It’s on you?” “I’ll have three scoops of pistachio, hot fudge, some marshmallows, whipped cream on top, rainbow sprinkles, and don’t go easy on it,” I say to the man behind the glass. I turn to Oliver. “What are you having?” “Uh, one rocky road, please…