It had all been said in one form or another...She could not give me what I wanted of her. There was nothing I could do to make her what she would not be. And the truly terrible part was this: she really didn't want anything of me!
She was asking me to come because she felt the obligation to do so.
Pity, sadness -- maybe those were also reasons. But what she really wanted was to be free.
(The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice)
she sounds a lot like me...
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