"Why? Why is it so hard for you to admit it?"
"I can´t. That wouldn´t be right. Equal. I can´t love you more than my neighbour or a bus driver.I can´t."
"What?
"I can´t. I have to love everyone the same. Otherwise that would be very fucked up world. I can´t."
"This world is already fucked up. You won´t help it, if you think like that."
"I can´t."
She rested her head on my shoulder but she kept repeating I can´t. I hated it. I hated that feeling but on the other hand, I enjoyed it in a way.
"I love that man crossing the street," she said calmly.
And I knew what that meant. Maybe it was difficult to say it out loud for her or maybe that was just the way she expressed her feelings.
I knew what she meant.
She loved me.
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antifunebracka
7. 1.januára 2015 16:24
skor by som povedal, ze nedokazala milovat vôbec nikoho a len to tak zakryvala
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