[...] You don't want others to see your weakness. You are afraid that they would laugh. But what escapes you is that I look at you closely. I have chosen you. I love you. I want to live with you. Someone once said that "I love you" is synonymous of "it's nice that you exist as you are, and if I would not exist I would recreate you exactly as you are, flaws included." The love has to do with the emotions until a certain point, love is made of will, choice, and this must also be rough, difficult to be true. Perhaps you are unaware that I'm on your side, I fight with you. I am the soul of your fears, of your doubts. It concernes me. Take me in your battles, show them to me: I'm with you and I will have the courage to tell you what you need to hear. I'm not your enemy, but your strength. I wish you understand it. You decide if you want me to look closely at your fragilities or if you want to continue to hide them me and keep me away, hoping that this will make not only me accept them but also you. I exist to make you accept them, because I love them. I do not really want to be happy, I prefer life, with its shadows. Happiness is a pretty crap if you do not teach her to live. However, yours, Stella P.S. We are only at the prologue of our history, Professor. Do not you want to know how it ends?

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