Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

If the advice is simply to respect yourself and follow the path that you want to follow, that would be the best advice I could ever pass on.

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

Do you enjoy holidays with your family? I don't mean your mom and dad family, but your uncle and aunt and cousin family? Personally, I do. There are several reasons for this. First, I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other. Second, the fights are always the same.

When I was driving home, I just thought about the word 'special'. And I thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.