“Maybe someday she will look at me the way I look at her. Maybe this day will be the happiest of my entire life, or maybe it will be only the beginning of something bigger. Maybe she will notice my chin’s scar, my breath difficulties and my hazel-not-brown eyes. Maybe she will even discover a few things I’ve never noticed about myself. Maybe she will put down her therapist notebook, stop writing things about me and really get to know me, to understand the most deep fears and desires of mine. Maybe someday I won’t be just a page, an appointment to her, this day I’ll be hers.”
