Songs of beauty may go unheard, heroic deaths unsung, beautiful flowers like the Rhodora unseen—by men; but life records them, the universe recognizes them, and the existence of these things, though obscure to men, are necessary to themselves, and thus adds to the rich stores of human achievement. We are guided, and nature and the universe believe in us as much as we believe in them. For this reason, we are not alone. Human love can make it double certain that we are not alone.
This is kind of a hard story for me, actually. This was my first love. She asked me out, and I said ‘Alright’.
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