Then you shall simply have to imagine what it might be like to share me with someone you regard highly, who you often see and hear and hear of being things you cannot be to me. That you cannot find anything in them to object to. You think them kinder than you. Easier to be with. That they are more healing than harm, and have never hurt me as you have. That they will not one day leave me, as I think you will.

[ All said without raising her head. She pauses. Breathes. ]

Feels it any different when you cannot hate the one I love for anything but seeming so much finer for me?