What I need is a man who isn’t afraid to love me, and you’re afraid of me nearly all the time, in nearly every way that one man can fear another. He said, in his thoughts: You really aren’t as bright as I am and that’s a problem, and it isn’t going away; it’s a problem that will get bigger as time goes by, as you age and become uninteresting to me, except in the physical way, and I could possibly even tire of that. Tire of watching you take off your shirt, tire of the swell of your arms as you curl dumbbells in the bedroom. Tire
