Oh, I
don’t mean you’re handsome, not the way people think
of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes —
they’re beautiful. They’re wild, crazy, like some
animal peering out of a forest on fire.
I
want you to remember who you are, despite the bad things that are
happening to you. Because those bad things aren’t you. They
are just things that happen to you. You need to accept that who
you are and the things that happen to you are not one and the
same.