He noticed how she always smiled when she cried, and how she kept striving even when she seemed so depressed. When he asked her about it, she told him that being planted in dark rooms had taught her how to bloom even in the absence of light.
—  Myss Bradley, Etiolation
I wonder if you think of me like I think of you
I wonder if you smile when your hear my name
I wonder if you remember every word I said to you
I wonder if you feel the same.
I wonder if I cross your mind
I wonder if you miss every part of mine.
I wonder if your love was real
I wonder if it will be revealed
I wonder why it never did.
—  JBS, Wonder