There's a somewhat unnecessarily long footnote on this page of my book of life, and it goes like this :
" As events unfold, one may observe that her initial intention to stay reserved and unavailable retains very little significance, if any. Quite conversely his display of confidence deems a more thorough analysis as he takes immense pleasure in watching his words calm her wet eyes. He's obviously not as positive as he sounds, after all he sees the signs and he acknowldges them. Funny how the tables have turned.
On a rather more vulgar note, could it be that he thinks he's more feisty than the pain? Maybe he likes her, and he'd like to duel over her? He wants to defeat her pain, doesn't he?
All things considered, one could always argue that he's too much of an egoist to give in, and the rest is just another story of his, just like his whole life.
Could anyone ever live someone else's story? Time will probably tell, somewhere around the next chapter, probably. "
I think I'll ask the editor to cut the whole thing out. It's rubbish.
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Isn't your whole life a pile of infested memories? At the end, it's all garbage, yours or mine or theirs; it'll all smell the same.
beautiful...really...
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