she took out a folded and faded piece of paper and started to read : real love is not like a pizza with two slices for some one for others and nothing left for the unlucky real love is like a fountain joyously spilling over where there is always more than enough for those who need it and it is just as generous to those who return to it as to those who never left lil 's eyes welled at the wisdom of the mother she still missed , even as rogue thoughts plagued her .