( her frustration is acute, and though the apology—the sincerity—blunts some of the sharpness, that lack of understanding between them is still cavernous enough that she can't quite feel reassured. she can't be sure she's even managed to explain what upset her; it didn't feel at the time as if she had, and it doesn't, now. )
We don't have to be intimate with him, you don't have to do anything that you can't do. But we weren't. There wasn't anything intimate or personal about what happened. I might as well have not been there for all it mattered that I was, and it was—
I was miserable. I don't know what it is you think I wanted except you. With me. To matter that I was there.
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( her frustration is acute, and though the apology—the sincerity—blunts some of the sharpness, that lack of understanding between them is still cavernous enough that she can't quite feel reassured. she can't be sure she's even managed to explain what upset her; it didn't feel at the time as if she had, and it doesn't, now. )
We don't have to be intimate with him, you don't have to do anything that you can't do. But we weren't. There wasn't anything intimate or personal about what happened. I might as well have not been there for all it mattered that I was, and it was—
I was miserable. I don't know what it is you think I wanted except you. With me. To matter that I was there.