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I’d respect him more if he were an honest asshole instead of a fake nice guy.
My love for my family is like the roots of an oak tree. A part of the tree, necessary for life. It’s always been there and it always will be.
“Camille and I are the same,” he says simply. “Not in circumstances or experiences. Not on the outside. But in the things that matter, we’re aligned. What we care about. What we want. What we feel.”
”There’s the parts that are the same and the parts that fill up the holes in each other. You don’t know what’s missing inside of you until you find it in someone else.”
She presses her lips together as if wincing from the memory of hunger pains. And I realize that the massive meals she cooks that fill the table might stem from a long-ago desperate desire to be able to feed the people she loved with as much delicious food as they could stomach.
“I don’t want to trap you. I want to unleash you. I want to set you free. I want to show you what you really are . . .
You can’t have a best friend that you’re attracted to. That’s what being in love is. It’s wanting to fuck your best friend.”
I promise to choose you over fear or selfishness. Over ambition and other cares.
