from my first mini black book:

Seeing her disappointed enlightens me, perhaps in a less than inspirational sense. More so I understand why. I want to protect her from days like this, moments she can't control. How primitive a notion; how modern a recognition. I simply want to embrace and reassure her with a pleasant, satisfied grin that she is a wonderful person, an excellent human being.

Fighting emotion and rationality. Am I really fighting?

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