I frightened myself then. You did nothing but love me. It is not your fault that the feeling of vulnerability my realization of the extent of my tenderness towards you evoked was entwined with the memory of unspeakable betrayal, and it is not your fault that I did not give you the barest moment of opportunity to prove it could mean something else.
It was a trap set in me, waiting for the moment I loved again. I do not think it would have sprung, had I not been in earnest.
[ Wry humour joins the tired and sad in her little smile. ]
Is that not truly the most awful way to be sure one loves?
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[ She rests her chin on her knees. ]
I frightened myself then. You did nothing but love me. It is not your fault that the feeling of vulnerability my realization of the extent of my tenderness towards you evoked was entwined with the memory of unspeakable betrayal, and it is not your fault that I did not give you the barest moment of opportunity to prove it could mean something else.
It was a trap set in me, waiting for the moment I loved again. I do not think it would have sprung, had I not been in earnest.
[ Wry humour joins the tired and sad in her little smile. ]
Is that not truly the most awful way to be sure one loves?