And you love her, yes. But not too much.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you are not mad, or wild, or grieving! You are not roaring out to choke her with your own bare hands! Which means your soul is not too mixed up with hers. And that is good. Here is my experience. Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you. What you want to live and be happy in the world is a woman who has her own life and lets you have yours.
“I smiled in my anger.”
“Öfkemin içinde gülümsedim.”
"I love you," he said, and kissed my head. "And if you want, we can die alone together."
Sen bir davettin my darling
Günaha ve meçhule.
Sesin Alev alevdi.
Rüyalarım çiçek açtı dallarında
Adın şehvetti.
“Emmie?” My childhood nickname. “Honey, I made you some chicken noodle soup. It always made you feel better before.”
Before. Not now. And never again. How exactly did one explain an inexplicable phobic reaction to chicken soup?
“I'm sorry, I can't eat this.”
