She wanted to forget him but she couldn’t. Even though she had severed every tie between them. She remembered his words and she remembered his actions. The latter had hurt her and the former had given her a strange sense of elation. They had made her feel special-he had made her feel special.
“You would be one fine woman when you become one. Your unique intellect coupled with the vulnerability you assign to the world around you. You would be fascinating to say the least…And I don’t know why I said the last three lines. Don’t ask me why.”
She wanted to. Badly. Maybe she had asked him. She couldn’t remember.
“Somehow I think even though you don’t care for most of the things, deep down inside, you question yourself too much. You’re not concerned with the result but you do enjoy losing yourself in the plot, rebuilding it, till you feel…
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