She can't figure out where she belongs.
She's influenced by who she was.
She worries about who she needs to be.
She's caught between who she is,
Who she wants to be,
And who she thinks she should be.

The life of every single individual,
When looked at with intense detail,
Taking into account even the smallest events,
Has the characteristics
Of a comedy.
But when life is looked at in general,
And as a whole,
Emphasizing only the most significant aspects,
It would be hard to look at life as anything but a tragedy.

Dear Love
I'm writing you because I want you to know that I'm thinking of you. In fact, I can't get you out of my head.
I don't know what you look like. I don't know where you are, or where you've been. I don't know what you sound like. I don't know how old you are. I don't know what music you listen to, what shows you like or what movies you watch.
I can't wait to meet you.
I've been thinking, and I'm starting to wonder how much longer I'm going to have to keep looking for you.
I can't wait to meet you.
There were a couple times that I thought I did. I thought that I had finally found you. But so far it looks like you haven't made your way Into my life.
Yet.
You don't know it, but I've been looking for You for a long time. And I've been through quite a bit of heartache because of you.
You're a very hard person to find.
There were times I doubted it would happen. As I saw the rest of the world pair up around me, I started to think I was never going to find you.  
I really hope that I do.
I don't know much about you, but I do know that you look up at the same moon as me.
And that gives me all the hope that I need.
Love always,
Dom.

"This.
This is what I'm defined by.
This is who I am.
And come Hell or high water,
If I deny it,
I deny everything I am.
Everything I stand for."