Adrian, You're A Genius.

She Laughed Softly. "therapy Isn't So Much About What I Think As You Do." "then Why Do It At All?" "because We Don't Always Know What It Is We're Thinking Or Feeling. When You Have A Guide, It's Easier To Figure Things Out. You'll Often Discover That You Already Know What To Do. I Can Help You Ask Questions And Go Places You Mihgt Not Have On Your Own." "well, You're Good At The Qujestion Part." I Noted Dryly.

‎she Didn't Understand What It Was Like To Be Filled With A Love So Strong That It Made Your Chest Ache—a Love You Could Only Feel And Not Express. Keeping Love Buried Was A Lot Like Keeping Anger Pent Up, I'd Learned. It Just Ate You Up Inside Until You Wanted To Scream Or Kick Something.

However, He Also Trusted Me To Make My Own Decisions. Contradicting Me Or Telling Me What To Do Wasn't In His Nature - Even Though He Secretly May Have Wanted To.

Do You Think I'm Pretty? I Think You're Beautiful Beautiful? You Are So Beautiful, It Hurts Sometimes.

Something Clenched In My Chest, And For A Moment, The Whole World Narrowed Down To The Green Of His Eyes.