“I don’t expect to be loved,” she said.

“It is too much to hope for.

At least, for somebody like me.

I know I’m plain and a bit of a bore.

“So, when I look for companionship

I leave love off the table.

I don’t even expect respect.

That requires more hope than I’m able.

“You see, love is not something

that works out for people like me.

I just feel, it can’t be real,

but has to be a made up fantasy.”

She stopped and looked out the window.

My heart ached that she did not feel good enough

because she was both capable and able

and surely deserved a whole lot of love.

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