"Couldn't we live together, Brett? Couldn't we just live together?"
"I don't think so. I'd just tromper you with everybody. You couldn't stand it. "(Hemingway 62)
What I said is true but why does it have to be? Why is it that I crave physical affection from men that don't love me? He offers me a normal life but something within tells me I will never be able to accept this offer. I will never truly be satisfied with what I have. I use people and discard them like nothing and here the one person I don't want to throw away, but I do because of my own selfish ways. I wasn't made for love. I don't deserve to be loved by Jake, who has stuck by me unconditionally. It's to late for me to change and I suppose I should get used to the idea of an unhappy, unfulfilled life. It's an endless game that I play, I always win but there's no prize in sight.
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