The words that people will hold on to when each wall crumbles and hope extinguishes, when rejection meets.

I am not honorable enough to exploit the word persevere. I haven’t had the opportunity to confront enough highly regarded obstacles in this world to assure myself the merit of using such a gracious word.

It hurts to be by the side of a person you like, someone who entails constant perseverance, every ounce of strength in the people around her so that she can triumph over her weakness, priding her to her aim, her desire.

And I have no words of comfort, but my own pact to hold.

Your comfort, my gratification.

Strive hard, best wishes.