You don’t have to be pretty like her. You can be pretty like you.
Ending a conversation on a bad note before bed
And still having them call the next morning to make sure you’re ok and ready for work
Putting momentary feelings aside and focusing on eachother’s well being
When I was a girl, I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough.