Haven't seen this movie, and this isn't about it.
I thought I knew myself, I think so many times, but get proved that I'm wrong.
She : why do you pick up to write when your in pain.
Me: you wrong, it isn't so.
She: you're in a happy mood, write something about me.
Me: I wrote something.
She: not bad, it hasn't the usual flair.
Me: ...
Today I realise, she was right, she knew me better than myself.
