shaken him. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting it. I
didn’t think Patrick was capable of holding such a
burden inside him.
I thought, like everyone else does, that he was
just a jerk. Instead, he’s a man who’s been hurt and
is disappointed with life. A man nobody ever gave
a chance to, because no one ever opened their
hearts to him.
A man no one ever knew how to love.
There you go: I absolutely shouldn’t care at all
about him, his feelings and what he’s been
carrying around with him or the fact that he
continues to make eyes at every woman on the
planet.
Every woman except me.
It’s never bothered me in the past, but now I just
feel differently. It would bother me to see him go
home with some woman now.
What the heck am I thinking? I must be crazy,
completely taken over by my hormones. The truth
is I’m alone and I need a man next to me that will
help and comfort me, but I know very well that it
cannot be him.
Let’s get it straight: we’re talking about Patrick,
a guy who’s genetically opposed to feelings and
who has refused to enter into every type of bond or
relationship.
A man who has given up on love.
How can it be that two caresses and two words
of comfort would be enough to throw me into total
