In this world, who do you want to be held in the palm of your hand? Who do you want to be remembered by? Whose hand do you want to hold? Whose world do you want to have only you? Whose smile do you want to remember? . . I used to be ignorant and thought that was what I wanted. Only later did I realize that there were some things I couldn't have. Maybe I had always understood it, but I just couldn't see it clearly, just like your persistence. . .