Taste of coffee varies with the person on the other end of table.
I am not the person I am now if it weren’t because of you.
When I look at a person, I see a person – not a rank, not a class, not a title.
Who you are should not be defined by your achievements.
I made a mistake. I am not perfect, but it doesn’t mean I’m less of a person.
It will be interesting to find out something about her that no one else knew.
Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.
I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?