I'm not captivated by you, just so you know. I never sit in starry-eyed wonder and pine for your gentle caress. Furthermore, I can say with ultimate sincerity that I have never once thought you were "the one." How insipid that phrase sounds in my ears. It rings with a hollow tone--the same tone I'm sure your heart would make if I tapped on your carefully-constructed shell.
And yet I love you.
Explain that to me. I mean, really, there's no reason for me to stay. You've betrayed me before, and nothing stops you from betraying me again. You're hurtful, shallow, waspish, and terse, and I love you with a whole-hearted devotion.
Fine.
It's my hair, but you'd better not cut it like you have my heart.
-Sampson
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I never really pictured Delilah as one who knows what gentle caresses are.
ReplyDeleteI don't know.
I've always been baffled by Samson and the whole women thing. Especially after the first woman.
Obviously, so am I.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's like a Heathcliff and Catherine thing?
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't know. I've never read a Bronte.
ReplyDeleteAww, that's too bad. You should read Anne's.
ReplyDeleteHeathcliff and Catherine thing, though, that's a lot weirder than Rochester and Jane, in my opinion. Either way, worth a try. As for me, I have to re-read Wuthering Heights because it didn't make much sense the first time I read it.
ReplyDeleteWhat did Anne write?
Oh, it was certainly weird. That's sort of the point, I think.
ReplyDeleteAnne wrote about scoundrels and didn't let them come off as romantic.