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“We all live with our shadows.”
“Some love is irritatingly easy,” she continued, “but the most important love isn’t easy at all. Falling in love with yourself is complicated. It’s messy. It’s a lot of hard work.”
“Last night, dancing in the snow… I fell in love with me,” she confessed. “I fell in love with me. It might be the hardest, most painful, yet most beautiful thing I have ever done in my entire life. So I’m not going to stop, and I think you should try it for yourself.”
“Maybe one day, choosing myself will mean I’m choosing someone else too. Maybe someone out there will choose me in the course of choosing themselves.
“If there comes a day when you need me for anything, and I do mean anything, I’ll be here.”
“I’ve been trying to get this story right.” He motioned his hands over the piano keys. “You mean song?” “Same thing.”
It was no secret to him that the piano was more than just strings and keys to George, it was a good friend. Sometimes the only friend who could help.
Loving herself was the sort of adventure that would never come to a close.
Glistening fairy wings, singing trees, twirling until she took flight. Molly wanted enchantment in ordinary things. So much so, that nothing would ever be ordinary again.
Molly was a whimsical sort of girl, one who planned to never grow out of it.
The dream was to fill her life with things that were special and to love herself impossibly well.
She loved him, far beyond the depths of the ocean.
As much as it’ll hurt to see you go, I can’t abandon myself.”
She would miss him. She would miss all of him, even the parts she didn’t know.
Yet, when he looked at her, she felt he was truly seeing her, seeing past everything, through everything, and into who she was.
“But what I am good at,” he said tenderly, “What I hope to be good at… is this. You and me. Because most of it has been through letters, and we’re still here. You and me.”
“I love you, Molly. I have for a very long time.”
But when she had asked where the job was, he couldn’t remember the name of the town either,
Peter pan
“Forget all of the trees of the forest, the creek and the stars.” Molly’s fingertips grazed his jaw as she got lost in his speckled green eyes. “You are my favourite place.” He kissed her smile through his own. “You have always been mine.”
