"how do you do it?" he asked in a gentle voice. she looked at him in wonder.
"do what?" she retorted.
"that." he said turning his head toward her. "be such a wreck, and hopeless, yet so full of life. how do you do it?" she looked at him again, this time with watery.
"a wreck and hopeless you are correct," she looked away, not wanting him to see the tears that were about to stream. "but perfect and full of life? you must look elsewhere for that, its no here."
with this he gently took her chin in his hand, turning her towards himself, getting a good look at the beautiful woman in front of him.
"but love," he wiped away her tears. "it is what you are; what you do not see, but you feel. the perfection is not outside, but in."
