"Perhaps the man I will fall in love with will simply have enough patience to be with me. Will love me so much, so much, that will accept every face I make, every tear I cry, every sadness I bear. Or even all of these at once, sometimes. He will survive his astonishment and fear, as well as his own sadness caused by me hurting him with words and stares and wet traces on my cheecks. My helplessness he will also endure but, most of all, he will endure his own. He will face it. He will fight it. Somehow, although I have no idea how, he will win. At he same time winning my heart."
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