"Well, if I get to TELL you what history is, then ... in my story book, which you can borrow, you were content, but not entirely happy. You were sure, but untested. And then...she came into your life, back into it really, and it was like a second dream dance for you.... and just when you thought you knew all the colors the eye could see, she showed you seven more! And you were not sure, but you grew stronger for that uncertainty, you were no longer as content, but you were truly happy for the first time! A young oak battered by the storms of passion when before mild weather alone filled your land, some light, but mostly a dull fog. But the tempest Coradel scattered that fog and cleared the air and let real light in when she calmed. Oh you might bear the burn mark of a bolt, but you are not shattered nay, you are strongerr" A kiss on his cheek, "And your new strength has kept her, now more a playful breeze in your boughs, but you arre wiser, and know that at times, that playful breeze can become a tempest again. And that's okay. You love her when she howls, you love her wwhen she sighs, and she, she never flies too far from you, and when she must, s he always returns to her Silver Oak of August"