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We all need a special someone who we listen pliably to; whose words soften our hard hearts and mule heads and when we think we have a clue.

Whose eyes we believe see what we can’t.

One who sees the good through the bad , the robes through the rags.

One who we’ll paint the town red with, and yeah rock-and-roll!, yet one we allow to see our tears flow.

One who knows our hearts even in its eclipsed state, and loves us even then, and keeps hoping even when.

One who patiently enlightens when we’re dim, waits while we sulk and cheers us on like one would a child. One whose words we treasure more than success, returns or progress. Though sullen, we’ll trust, take heed and ease each ‘no’ to a yes.

One whose number’s on our speed dial , who we’ll share our secret plans with and permit painful comments.

One who’s receieved a million texts from my blackberry bold, and a million more as life unfolds. One whose hands i’ll dare to hold .

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost (1915)