HALEY JAMES SCOTT APPRECIATION WEEK | day 6: favorite relationship
And now she’s my best friend.
"You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is actually really healing and beautiful and sort of poetic? It’s not. It’s just garbage and it’s pain. You know what’s better? Love. The day that you start thinking that love is overrated is the day that you’re wrong. The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief is not having it.”
❝ I need love. I can see that I’ll be alright with you now by my side. And if tomorrow you’re gone and I still go on, I’ll promise to spend the rest of me on you. ❞
I want so much to open your eyes ‘cause I need you to look into mine.
"When you’re in high school, it’s not very easy to let people see who you really are. I could see it, though. It was in the eyes. So we became friends, and now she’s my best friend."
Well, when I first met Brooke Davis, she had no idea who I was. Of course everyone knew who she was, she was the most popular girl in school. She was head cheerleader, annoyingly pretty (still is), and I used to wonder back then ‘What would it be like to be friends with Brooke? Would she make me popular? Would all the boys start asking me out?’ And then one night I got to hang out with Brooke, all night. Oh, and she didn’t like my name, though, so she decided she was gonna give me a name that, uh, she did like, which ended up being Brooke. And from that moment I knew that I wanted Brooke to be my friend. Not because she was gonna make me popular, and not because boys would start asking me out, but because I got a glimpse of the real Brooke. A girl with the biggest heart that I have ever known. And you know, when you’re in high school, it’s not very easy to let people see who you really are. I could see it though, it was in the eyes. So we became friends, and now she’s my best friend. We’ve been through so much together over the years, and our friendship is still growing. So I know that your friendship and love for Julian will continue to grow every year for the rest of your lives and I feel so lucky to be a part of that. I love you, Brooke Davis.
You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town. Among magicians. Most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by the silver filaments of chance and circumstance, but I knew it all along. See? This is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside of us. We are born able to sing to birds and read clouds, and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, washed out, spanked out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves. After you go so far away from it, you can’t really get it back. You can have seconds of it, just seconds of knowing and remembering. When people get weepy in movies, it’s because in that dark theater, the golden pool of magic is touched, just briefly. Then they come out into the hard sun of logic and reason again, and it dries up, and they’re left feeling a little heart sad, and not knowing why. When a song stirs a memory. When motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world. When you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance, and you wonder where it might be going. You step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instance, you have stepped into the magic realm. That’s what I believe.