“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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