“Why are you even with me?”  I ask.

His answer seems automatic—almost canned. “Because I love you.”

“I want to believe you.”

“But you don’t.”

“No, I do. I just don’t think it means the same thing to you as it does to me.”

“I don’t understand.”

I open my eyes and meet his gaze in the mirror. “I know I’m not perfect, but neither are you. I guess…” I shake my head. “I don’t know; forget I said anything.”

“Come on.  With all the things that come flying out of your mouth at inopportune moments, you choose this moment to find your inner filter?” He rolls his eyes. “God, you make me crazy sometimes.”

“Don’t you get it? You do the same thing! I get that there are things about me you can’t stand.  What you don’t get is that it goes both ways. There are plenty of things I hate about you—your need for approval from people who don’t matter tops the list.”

“They do matter–”

“The difference is that I understand where it comes from. As miserable as it makes me, I’d never ask you to change.  My love comes with acceptance.”

“Are you sure about that? If you were truly accepting of me, you’d understand the concessions I ask you to make in the company of certain individuals has nothing to do with how I feel about you.”

“What is it, then?” I turn away from the mirror and face him, folding my arms across my chest.  “You tell me.”

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  1. on 21 Jul 2011 at 1:34 pmcaren

    oh gosh, you’re gonna break my heart.


  2. on 21 Jul 2011 at 11:22 pmElizabeth440

    That has to be 1999, right? RIGHT?


    Valentina reply:

    @Elizabeth440, yes. October 12.