My dear,
You are fragile and I am here,
And although fragile you may be,
You still stand here next to me
In agitation
Asking the writing desk
How it resembles the raven...

I have been used to making out my own truths,
To fill gaps in sentences not of my own words,
To blame myself for the ones I assume,
And to blame myself for those that I misassume,

But what I must assume is that it is not my place to begin to assume,
Nor is it my place to assume what I cannot presume.

The failure to have a courageous opponent with words of his own
Has led me into a battle with words of my own,
Taking myself as my worst foe.
I am the injured and I am the victor
For they have given me no audience and no show.

Today was the first day in the new lecture hall, in it, because the seatings are more circular; i could see the other girls' faces for the first time.
Today was the first day my first row had a curve to include the seats seating the girls that give my friend ***** looks because she had something to say.
Today was the first day I believed the hurt she felt when she told me about the looks people gave her for having something to say.
Today she reminded me of the times I felt the pressure of having little value that gave birth to a little more value.

I hold the belief that it is wiser to leave compromise to matters of insignificance; that there should be no compromise in your choice, in your preference. To compromise is to have half of what you want and you should not bargain over matters of value. In theory, I want him to be loyal, courageous, sincere, calm, fiery, attentive, carefree, humorous, serious, I want it all.
In reality, I acknowledge shadows, that the bigger the mountain the bigger its shadow is. Only when I face the mountain will I be able to value its grandeur. And only then, will I begin to tailor my taste to his
silhouette.