At least it doesn’t take me as long to find out I’m doomed. I am doomed, you know. I’m the girl they recite poetry to, and then in the mornings they always go back to their wives. It must be me, because I fell in love with two completely different men and neither of them wanted to stay with me.” “It’s not you,” I said. “Neither of them really knew what you were like. If they had, they would have loved you.”
