Ky gives me three gifts for my birthday. A poem, a kiss and the hopeless, beautiful belief that things might work. When I open my eyes... I say, I didn't give you anything for your birthday, i don't even know when it is. And he says, Don't worry about that and I say, What can I do? and he answers, Let me believe in this, all of this, and you believe it too.And I do.
~ Ally Condie
