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“Your favorite color is mint green. You like dramas and comedies. Can't stand gory movies. Hate carrot cakes but will never say no to brownies. You love all animals, except spiders. Your favorite candy is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. You can't stand bullies and attention seekers. You'll try everything in life once, because you want to prove that you can live as normal a life as everyone else." He stopped at the dazed look on my face. "What? Have I got it all wrong?" That was the problem. He didn't. He got all of them right.”

“Your favorite colour . . . it's green?" "That's right." Then I think of something to add. "And yours is orange." "Orange?" He seems unconvinced. "Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once." "Oh." He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. "Thank you." But more words tumble out. "You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

“Your fear is, that if you marry Adèle, you will love her. If you have children, you will love them more than anything else in the world, more than patriotism, more than democracy. If your children grow up, and prove traitors to the people, will you be able to demand their deaths, as the Romans did? Perhaps you will, but perhaps you will not be able to do it. You’re afraid that if you love people you may be deflected from your duty, but it’s because of another kind of love, isn’t it, that the duty is laid upon you?”

“Your fear of becoming a cliche is what turns you into one. If you remove the fear, we are all really walking contradictions, hypocrites and paradoxical cliches”

“Your fear won’t come knocking at your door without reason. It will come with a purpose. It will want you to know that there's something out there worth exploring. It will want you to get out of your comfort zone and into a territory that is unfamiliar and risky, but worth it. When fear comes knocking at your door, welcome it. Invite it in to get to know it. Speak to it. Understand it. When you face your fear, remember to stay strong. Remember to push through even when your palms get sweaty, your voice trembles, and your heart thumps. Your fear will come knocking at your door to set you free, never to cage and confine you again. When you can look fear in the eyes and get comfortable with it, remember to thank it for showing up. Remember to appreciate it for all the lessons it taught you. Remember to give it gratitude for carving a path that led you to your dreams. Remember to thank it for how it has allowed you to recognize your potential outside of the four walls you once sought comfort in. Remember to be prepared for it to come knocking again. Remember to face it fiercely.”

“Your feelings In a place where there is nothing to seek, Where your scent is the only worth pursuing streak, Of memories, of feelings, of old times, of you and me, A place where there is nothing to seek, yet you can be and I can be, A wandering feeling roaming the vastness of this emotion, Where everything is held intact by your memories and their notion, And in this feeling I lie wrapped within your warm feelings, As the emotion grows intense, I then am reduced to nothing, but just a scent of your feelings, It is a beautiful place, that is calm and too quiet, The same place, where we had held hands and walked and met, Not somebody, but each other, you and me, But now the quiet looms all over, there is just the memories, the feelings, all still alive within me, I often walk in this wilderness of emotions and memories, And I feel questioned by the rustling leaves of the autumn trees, As if they seek your whereabouts in me, in my eyes, in my gestures, But all my memories are signatures of our moments of togetherness, experienced in the vastness of the life’s pastures, Where today many flowers bloom everywhere, They all bear your scent, your colours, but you are nowhere, However, these flowers last forever, and thus they feed my relentless wanderings, And there my love Irma you somehow appear everywhere, and I repose occupied by your wonderings!”