best I could and of the rest of my family whenever
it was possible. I’m proud of all of them, and if it’s
not too much to add, I’m proud of myself too. I’ve
understood, thanks to experience, that I absolutely
do not want to make that kind of choice for myself,
being tied to someone forever and putting yourself
in a position to have to be selfless, renouncing
everything to make the person next to you happy.
Am I selfish? No, I’m realistic.
I am myself, in all of my raw truth.
Love destroys everything.
Love destroys you.
Relationships are destined to wear out and break
down, leaving you with no money, no soul and
without a fucking heart. And I’ll tell you one thing:
I don’t want to know what that feels like.
Erin turns to me and sets down a steaming cup
of coffee, keeping her eyes cast downward. It’s
then that I realize that she’s crying.
Okay, I hate this kind of thing, women crying. I
know they need to vent their feelings and that
you’re supposed to console them. What am I
supposed to do here? Pretend I don’t notice?
I clear my throat and give it a shot.
“Do you want to…”
And by means of an answer she runs in the
opposite direction, taking refuge in the upstairs
apartment.
Am I supposed to run after her?
Nah, it’s not like me. I do what I’m best at.
