"I think, if all things work out, I'll be the first to make you guys puke. And somehow, I don't think you'd be too surprised."
"No, no I wouldn't be."
Latte, cider, carrot- and cheese-cake. A drive, a curiousity, and the wee-hours of the morning. While it may have seemed we were running away from our problems, in truth we were diving right in. As insane as your words may sound, there's something relieving about being able to utter them with the knowledge that you will not be shot down; that you will not be judged. We listened, we shared, we dreamt. I spoke my heart and for a while, the hurt went away and I was allowed to love again. It felt good.
"Never stop dreaming."
--The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho, pg 62
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