This is my one chance at happiness. I have to be ruthless!
The misery! The exquisite tragedy! The Susan Hayward of it all!
It’s amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
Tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.
If he were feeling what I’m feeling then he would know how it feels.
Life goes on. Maybe there won’t be marriage… maybe there won’t be sex… but, by God, there’ll be dancing.
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