Perhaps, if you weren't so busy regarding my shortcomings, you'd find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be. ? I notice when the sky is blue. ? I smile down at children. ? I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor. ? I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own. ? And I say 'I'm sorry' when you don't. ? I am not without fault, but I am not without goodness either.
He made a commitment, Eena. And you believe this , she spoke the word detestably, is more important than true love? Yes. No, she stubbornly disagreed. Yes, Ian insisted as he put his finger to her lips, preventing her from arguing any further. Love grows and wanes, Eena, but honor, duty, and commitment, those things are constant and stable. They define who you are. They define who you are? she repeated. You mean miserable? Content, he retorted. Lonely, she argued. Faithful, he insisted, his eyes widening to emphasize the importance of the word. Empty, regretful, and Hopeful, Ian whispered in her ear. This word caught her off guard. At present, hope was probably all any of them could cling to.
I love snowflakes simply for the reason that each one is unique; nonidentical to zillions of crystalized counterparts. ? It's a difficult notion to wrap your brain around, and yet it reminds me that amidst the innumerable stories told throughout the ages, a distinctly new one rests on the tip of an author's pen.