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His way isn’t the same as mine, nor mine as his. But we’re both in search of our destinies, and I respect him for that.

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Love never comes just a little bit at a time, I thought, as I watched him, absorbed in contemplation of the Virgin. The previous day, the world made sense, even without love's presence. But now we needed each other in order to see the true brilliance of things.
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