“He’s the last person I’d marry. I’d rather marry you.” Then why can’t it be me? “Because I can’t marry a man to whom I don’t feel I belong in all ways. My mind must be his, my heart must be his, my body must be his. Just as I must feel he belongs to me.” I belong to you. “But you don’t! Belonging’s two things. One who gives and one who accepts what’s given. You don’t belong to me because I can’t accept you. I can’t give you anything back.” I don’t want much. “I know you don’t. Only the things that I have to give anyway. The way I look and speak and move. But I’m other things. I have other
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