People want to be loved, but only if it doesn't mess up their lives
—Alkis, people are so stingy with their emotions. They want to be loved, but only if it doesn't mess up their lives, their schedules, their clean furniture. How many people do you know who would let their cats scratch up their armchairs?
—Then they live alone with their armchairs. Because the people who love us scratch us, like Caesar. We have to let others be free to show us their love however they choose, however they know, however they can—as long as they don't destroy us. And what is love, anyway? It's clawmarks, scratches, scars, traces someone leaves inside of you. The thing I fear most is stillness, silence. I want permanent marks, life.
I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.
My love keeps growing more passionate and egoistic, while his is waning and waning, and that's why we're drifting apart."
She went on musing.
"And there's no help for it. He is everything for me, and I want him more and more to give himself up to me entirely. And he wants more and more to get away from me. We walked to meet each other up to the time of our love, and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions. And there's no altering that."
A profile, a look, a voice, can capture a heart in no time at all.
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.