Um...Preeety.

So she tried to tell herself to be patient. So everyone around her offered comfort and abundant shoulders to lean on presented themselves to her every which way. So she had it made: everything around her was flowers and sunshine. So her surroundings and entourage were as understanding and therapeutic as they come. So, like a fragile, withering rose, she closed in on herself and marked the pages of a yellowed journal, endowing a florid passage with the bittersweet beauty of days and passing fancies that would not return or repeat themselves. So, taking her entirely unawares, love discovered her."-I do not know