Souls aren’t discrete units — or even units at all. They’re more like reflections of consciousness in a fractured mirror.
To him, she was one of the few girls who was nice to him, the stodgy son of a poor alcoholic shoemaker with such little status that he seemed unlikely to even get one wife, let alone the three or more that designated a man of standing.
For everything about him fitting her fantasy image of what she wanted, she still didn’t feel seen by him…and that made her all the more aware that maybe her fantasy wasn’t what she wanted at all.
Happily-ever-after monogamy has been reinforced so steadily in literature that we tend to feel like failures when we don’t achieve that in reality.
She’d never spoken to anyone before of this business of being seen, loved for who she was; to have it voiced by this man she’d just met sent chills down her spine.
There is too much emphasis on being positive, to the detriment of being real.
Some of the pain released, and love filled the cleared space, uniting, magnetizing more self-love to it.
Somehow, it bothered her watching Garth’s charm directed so effectively at another. Could he convince her so easily of an untruth?
He hasn’t really seen you, not as you want to be seen, but he’s starting to, a little.
Then you shouldn’t be worried about him being with me. You can have him back when I’m done with him.