[Poor Alex. He should not have to deal with a crying girl, but here she is, unable to express the overwhelming emotion in any other way.
She shakes her head again, more vehemently this time.] I'd never just say that! [About other things, less important things, but the act of writing is so personal and important to her that she can't imagine lying to someone about it.
Another sniffle as she wipes her eyes with her hand, the other still holding the gift bag and the poem close.] There are parts that you thought too hard about so they didn't come naturally. And I can't imagine you saying a bunch of these words. But— but it's still really nice, and— [Her voice cracks, and then becomes a little quieter, a little softer.] I can tell that...all these feelings really came from your heart. That's the most important thing.
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She shakes her head again, more vehemently this time.] I'd never just say that! [About other things, less important things, but the act of writing is so personal and important to her that she can't imagine lying to someone about it.
Another sniffle as she wipes her eyes with her hand, the other still holding the gift bag and the poem close.] There are parts that you thought too hard about so they didn't come naturally. And I can't imagine you saying a bunch of these words. But— but it's still really nice, and— [Her voice cracks, and then becomes a little quieter, a little softer.] I can tell that...all these feelings really came from your heart. That's the most important thing.