We never know how high we are/ Till we are asked to rise/ And then if we are true to plan/ Our statures touch the skies— // The Heroism we recite/ Would be a normal thing/ Did not ourselves the Cubits warp/ For fear to be a King—
What a lovely story! Poor Molly, you are so kind and so lucky ,I love your beautiful soul and courage, but still, not every relationship could end up with an happy ending after all.