Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

But hey, I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?

She's incredible, not that she's perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.

Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to feel. (54)

Imperfections create character.