Finding one's tribe is more important than wishing on a star for the other half of one's soul to flutter on down to terra firma. Or, as Ort wrote in his 70-sheet yellow Norcom this morning:
For Darla (but I won't say anything yet because she's really fragile right now - save for later)
Don't go looking for yourself in me. It's you and it has always been you. YOU are all you need. I don't care if your girly romance stuff sells out every weekend. Love is a bedtime story. But I do care for you a lot so don't be mad at me. (for when I eventually tell her this)
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