With its heartache, with its sorrow...
Wendla has, apparently, been writing. Her journal is on her lap, but she's curled up in a tiny ball, and it's likely she's cried herself to sleep. But since she's asleep, what's she's been writing is very visible to anyone who happens to stop by.
What have I done? What have Idone? Just when I'd begun to think my life was set, and it was good, and it was the way it was supposed to be forever, here he comes and turns it all upside down again.
Is it so very wrong to love only one person? To-- to wish to be with only that one person forever? Of course you don't know why that is, but... is that so wrong? Love... perhaps that's what it supposed to be. A mystery. A mystery shared between yourself and the one person you know you are intended to sort it out with.
There isn't anyone else I love. How could I ever? I know I never will.
Perhaps I've done something wrong, then? Displeased him in some way? I've tried so hard-- tried to do everything he ever asked of me. What went wrong?
He says he loves me, but... how am I to believe that, now? He has a warped view of love. I thought when we-- I thought it was true. Something he would never want with anyone else. I thought he would never feel for someone else what he felt for me. And now, this. Perhaps he doesn't know how to love at all. For all the things he thinks he knows... what if this is not one of them?
Should you not be careful with a heart, once you know you hold one?
It hurts. I wanted to feel, and now I do.
It's broken, and I'm not certain if I can fix it.
Anyone is, of course, welcome to bother her. :D
What have I done? What have Idone? Just when I'd begun to think my life was set, and it was good, and it was the way it was supposed to be forever, here he comes and turns it all upside down again.
Is it so very wrong to love only one person? To-- to wish to be with only that one person forever? Of course you don't know why that is, but... is that so wrong? Love... perhaps that's what it supposed to be. A mystery. A mystery shared between yourself and the one person you know you are intended to sort it out with.
There isn't anyone else I love. How could I ever? I know I never will.
Perhaps I've done something wrong, then? Displeased him in some way? I've tried so hard-- tried to do everything he ever asked of me. What went wrong?
He says he loves me, but... how am I to believe that, now? He has a warped view of love. I thought when we-- I thought it was true. Something he would never want with anyone else. I thought he would never feel for someone else what he felt for me. And now, this. Perhaps he doesn't know how to love at all. For all the things he thinks he knows... what if this is not one of them?
Should you not be careful with a heart, once you know you hold one?
It hurts. I wanted to feel, and now I do.
It's broken, and I'm not certain if I can fix it.
Anyone is, of course, welcome to bother her. :D