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I Thought How Lovely And How Strange A River Is.

When You Are In Your Teenage Years You Are Consciously Experiencing Everything For The First Time, So Adolescent Stories Are All Beginnings. There Are Never Any Endings.

The Demons Of The Devil Don't Use Your Weak Weaknesses Against You, They Use Your Strong Ones. If You're Rational And Logical, They Argue Their Case Rationally And Logically. If You're Loyal And Faithful, They Turn Those Against You. If You're Passionate And Emotional, They Make You Passionate And Emotional About Your Worse Fears. Your Weak Weaknesses Are No Use To Them.... They Find The Strongest Weaknesses You Didn't Know Were Yours And Use Those Against You.

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.

All The Time I Think I Can Never Love You More Than I Already Do. And Then You Do Something Or Say Something, And I Love You More Than Ever. Like Just Now. Like Now. How Is It Possible? Can You Love Someone More And More And At The Same Time, All The Time, Love Them As Much As It's Possible To Love Someone?