The thing is, my best friend is legitimately afraid of the dark. When she would come over, we’d sleep with my closet light on. even though i was scared too, i want to be her hero and protect her from her fears.
“I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.”—Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End (via larmoyante)