Maybe. Maybe not. There are different kinds of strength's Rich. You have strengths that I don't and it seems as if I have strengths that you don't.

[She gently turns over his hand and runs the pad of her finger along his palm.]

I promise to be me. Thank you, for believing in me Rich.

[Justine looks up at him and smiles. She's weak and the smile doesn't quiet reach her gaze but she's trying her best and she feels stronger now. No matter what, Justine truly trusts that Rich will be there.]