[there's an uncomfortable measure of self-reflection required to face her statements, though they come as no surprise. he knows well he is not the only one to suffer betrayal, but to his mind it is of no consequence because this is how he's come to terms with it; a wall of thorns to deter any who would think him an easy mark- of which there is no shortage. of which there continues to be no shortage.
but it does beg the question- what of the future? is he truly prepared to carry this on way forever? living simply for the moment, fearing of looking ahead simply because he knows it might all end tomorrow? is not such an outlook... tenuous?
but to change one's mindset is easier said than done.]
It is no less than I would have thought of my own mother or sisters. [and he admits it- not that he was viewing her with contempt or thought her loose. only that a night of shared passion might amount to nothing more than a passing flight of fancy, much as it might have in his family.] If you want something more of me, ask. [again, that cowardly of his.
but...]
Or, if I am permitted to hope, give me such an inclination.
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but it does beg the question- what of the future? is he truly prepared to carry this on way forever? living simply for the moment, fearing of looking ahead simply because he knows it might all end tomorrow? is not such an outlook... tenuous?
but to change one's mindset is easier said than done.]
It is no less than I would have thought of my own mother or sisters. [and he admits it- not that he was viewing her with contempt or thought her loose. only that a night of shared passion might amount to nothing more than a passing flight of fancy, much as it might have in his family.] If you want something more of me, ask. [again, that cowardly of his.
but...]
Or, if I am permitted to hope, give me such an inclination.