It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.
They didn't realize that her clumsiness was not the ordinary kind, not poor coordination. It was just because she wasn't sure where the edges of her body ended and the rest of the world began.
Perhaps, only when we find ourselves stuck with each other, away from all our dreams and life ambitions, we would see love as it really is; an extraordinary gift given to ordinary people.
I don't have anything to give you, except to show you a way to better yourself.