Jan 08, 2005 23:20
You're not in love, they told her. You don't know how to love, you don't know what love is.
But she knew that she loved that man.
You are incapable of emotion, of what you claim to have for him. You cannot desire him, it is not possible.
Oh, what cruel words they bristled into her. What cruel, untrue words. But words could not take away her affections for him.
And, oh, somehow she knew-- you cannot know, they murmured-- that her feelings were returned. It was something about the way he always came back to her, twice a day, when he truly needed her and she needed him. Something about how he would hold her smooth body so tightly and brush her so gently against the most sensitive part of him.
She loved him, she loved him, and she was almost positive that he loved her.
And then came the day when her hopes were smashed to pieces-- the day when the other came.
Look how inferior you are! they chuckled. She is beautiful, of a sleek design, eye-catching and far more effective!
It was true, it was all true. She could see how he cast such an admiring eye upon the other, how he appreciated everything she did for him...
You are nothing, they said quietly, as she stood on the edge. She barely heard them. Suicide was the only thought running through her plastic head, and it would be the last.
She loved him. She would always love him. But she could not live if he did not love her back.
(thanks to alina for that..)
i love you all,
and i wish you could just believe me when i tell you i love you...
i'm sorry