"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Wildflowers
If you walk out in a field of wildflowers, you won't just notice one wildflower. Why would you when there are thousands of wildflowers to see? But from each wildflower's perspective, they look up and only see you. They look around at all the others and think, "This person will never pick me. What are the chances out of all these wildflowers?" But you picked me. And I'll never get used to the feeling.
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