I Don't Actually Think “true Love” Is

He Thought: How Difficult It Is To Explain Yourself To Yourself. Sometimes There Only Is, And No Knowing.

I Thought How Lovely And How Strange A River Is.

She Was--i Keep Using The Past Tense; I Ought To Say She Is--one Of Those People Who, At First Sight, Look Plain, Are Quiet, Unassertive, Unmemorable Even. But Who, When They Start To Talk And You Get To Know Them, Become More And More Attractive And Impressive, And You See That In Fact They Are Beautiful. Not Conventionally Beautiful, Not Celebrity Beautiful, But Beautiful All Through.

If A Boy, If A Man, Asks You If You're All Right And You Say Yes, He'll Always Believe You And Get On With What He Wants To Do. It's Just The Way They're Made.

However Much You Love Somebody, You Should Always Keep A Part Of Yourself To Yourself. Never Give It All. You Can Never Be Yourself Otherwise.