I said, These weeks together – the food, the talking, the walking – it has been everything. If the rest of my life were eating pasta by your side, staring at the sea, that’d be some life.
I said, four years ago I wasn’t brave enough to tell you. Two years ago when we met again, I missed my chance. But now – I’m telling you: I love you.
He said: I want to do this properly. I want a partner, a wife. Let’s go slow. Be deliberate.
I trusted him.
He never tired of telling me how much he adored me. Respected me. That I was his pedestal girl, his reference point, the one whose opinion counted more than all others. And when somebody makes you feel like the most important cheerleader in their life, you want to step up to that. Play the part. Oh, you think this is supportive? I’ll show you how goddamn supportive I can be.
The river wept when Narcissus drowned, because in his eyes its own beauty was reflected.
In his eyes, I saw my best self.
Perhaps that is what I fell in love with.