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““Sometimes, I just don’t know who I really am,” she sighs as she rests her forehead against his shoulder, “and I doubt I’ll ever find out.” He gives a smile as he reaches out to caress her head. In a way that will exhaust the things that keep her head down. In a way that she cannot help but feel better. “I think I know.” Almost immediately, she lifts her head and gazes into his eyes, “Really?” “You are the girl that every love song sings about,” he speaks as he takes her hand, “The girl that every poet writes about. The girl that never gives up even when she fails to see the light in the dark. The girl that looks for every beauty in things, every good in bad. The girl that gives me strength and grows with me endlessly,” He pauses, and plants a kiss on her fingers, “The girl that I love, regardless the matter, whether I like it or not.””

“Be yourself, give your freewill a chance. You’ve got to want to succeed.”

“Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.”