On that piece of white paper, Sam wrote, Write about me sometime. And I typed back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. I just typed. I will.And I felt good that those were the first two words that I ever typed on my new old typewriter that Sam gave me. We just sat there quiet for a moment, and she smiled. And I moved to the typewriter again, and I wrote something. I love you too.
~ Stephen Chbosky
