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A little self-reminder on this: “Every moment is innocent, where there’ll never be a minute, nor a nano second like this again.”

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It's the thing about wanting something you can't have. And that thing of never being able to say what you really feel.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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Trust that I am here. Trust me by my actions, my affections. Those are my currency.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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Et si tu penses avoir fait le bon choix, sache au moins qu'il y a, quelque part dans le monde, un homme qui t'aime et qui comprend à quel point tu es précieuse, intelligente et douce. Un homme qui t'a toujours aimé et qui, pour son plus grand malheur, t'aimera toujours.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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Know this at least: that somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will. And in the midst of that little tableau of insanity, that to have someone out there who understands you, who desires you, who sees you as a better version of yourself, is the most astonishing gift. Even if we are not together, to know that, for you, I am that man is a source of sustenance to me.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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He kissed her, and knew he was trying to tell her the depth of how he felt. Even as he lost himself in her, felt her hair sweep across his face, his chest, her lips meet his skin, her fingers, he understood that there were people for whom one other was their missing part.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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...to have someone out there who understands you, who desires you, who sees you as a better version of yourself, is the most astonishing gift. Even if we are not together, to know that, for you, I am that man is a source of sustenance to me.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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She’d read somewhere that you only truly saw what someone looked like in the first few minutes of meeting them, that after then it was only an impression, colored by what you thought of them.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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But just as nature abhors a vacuum -- so does the human heart.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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Their eyes met, and in those few silent moments, he told her everything. He told her that she was the most astonishing thing he had ever encountered. He told her that she haunted his waking hours, and that every feeling, every experience he had in his life up to that point was flat and unimportant to the enormity of this. He told her he loved her.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

— Jojo Moyes, The Last Letter from Your Lover

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Sitting here, waiting for dinner, people-watching, with Spectrum sounding in the background.. reminded me of the sudden burst of hope I had when I knew of your existence. You liked this song, not simply because I shared it, but you genuinely 'had-it-on-repeat' liked it! I remember thinking to myself, on my cab ride to the range, "ah, this could be, this—us!"

With just that thought alone, I felt free. Finally freed from months of doubts, and the anxiety from another. Like I could finally be at ease. Who knew that it was simply a momentary bliss. But it is through these little sparks of joy that give you hope to the many more that may come.

In conjunction to these thoughts, I am also sitting across from where I had met the other for the 2nd time. I am reminiscing the memory of these two things at once, song + place, with separate company respectively.

I wonder how this year will unfold? With the learnings of last year, and with the confidence to brave through this new chapter, I say BRING-IT-ON!

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You must stand for something,

or you will fall for anything.

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You have to be in the right environment for people to notice your unique talents and the great things you have to offer.

— How the world sees you, by Sally Hogshead

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Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt at being told that it is a fragment awaiting perfection :)

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Arrive unknown, leave unforgettable.