She: Thank you.
He: For what?
She: For being a good friend, even when we weren’t friends. You were there when I was walking out of darkness
He: It wasn’t a major, conscious effort. Perhaps it was just destined to be that way. So just thank God.
She: I don’t believe in God.
He: Well…that doesn’t matter. Because He still believe in you.

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She: I don’t know what I am….a maudlin, soppy sentimentalist or a ruthlessly sensible pragmatist. I seem to be one or the other every moment and it confuses me. So what am I?
He: I know what you are. You are mine.