There’s something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. It’s glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side of the mountain, and it’s dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the tunnel, the wind gets sucked away, and you squint from the lights overhead. When you adjust to the lights, you can see the other side in the distance just as the sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can’t reach. Then, you’re in the middle of the tunnel, and everything becomes a calm dream. As you see the opening gets closer, you just can’t get there fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you. And the radio comes back even louder than you remember it. And the wind is waiting. And you fly out of the tunnel onto the bridge. And there it is. The city. A million lights and building and everything seems as exciting as the first time you saw it. It really is a grand entrance.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (page 191-192)
I thought one day I’d be at a party in college or something, and I’d look up and see this person across the room, and from that moment I’d know everything was going to be okay.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower