"I can't tell you what you want to hear because I don't love you." The words resonate in my ear. I was never expecting much, even just saying he likes me would suffice. But how can he bluntly say he doesn't love me? What then is all this extra attention he's been paying to me? Why did he bring me here? Why did he call me special and tell me he adores me if he'll also bluntly tell me he doesn't love me.
Why is he proposing to me in this manner? On his knees, what kind of king washes and kisses the foot of a woman he doesn't love? Where does this leave me? I don't understand. Why?
"Ah," I breathe out mindlessly, "I see." I mutter. "You can't possibly love a woman who is always trying to kill you. I understand." That's a lie! I don't understand! Why then does he want to marry me?
There's a cold wind blowing. It's reaching my bones. Or is it just me?
