Haddaway

I've been re-playing my relationship in my head, wondering why it seemed like a good idea ever.

I glanced through old diaries filled with statements like, "I don't know what this is, but I suppose it's the best chance I'm going to have," and "nobody's ever shown the slightest interest in the way I look before now, so what if he’s the only one?"  I remember the words I thought when he asked me to marry him, "I should ask to think about this. Why, you're going to decide to do it anyway, just agree now."

And at the time I thought it was love.  I don't know if it ever was.  I've never really cared enough for anybody else to see the difference.  I mean, it wasn't indifference or hatred or coercion or anything else, but, if that's my capacity to love, I guess no wonder things went badly.