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This entire monologue of hers is so tea I wish I could just insert the whole thing.

“Why is it that even in the way you beg, there is dominance, and pity in the way we refuse?”

As different as you are, you're still a man... and all the men that I have ever known have ended up leaving in sorrow or anger once they realize I don't love them, and can never love them... But why, when they say goodbye, do they assume I am the one to blame?
Because I never gave them what I promised I never would, or because they convinced themselves it would be otherwise?

Because I do have the courage. I want to make paintings that express how I see people, and sometimes I may even be successful. But that, too, is meaningless…

I saw then that over the past fortnight, my life had begun to take on meaning. I saw, too, what it would mean to lose it. A shaft of light had passed over me, illuminating my empty life with possibilities I dared not question. But now, just as mysteriously, it had vanished. Only now did I understand what this meant.

In the end, this was just another city. The streets were a bit wider, and much cleaner, and the inhabitants were blonder. However, there was nothing here to sweep me off my feet. Knowing so little about the Europe of my imagination, I had no way to measure it against the city in which I now lived... I had yet to learn that nothing in this world can ever match the marvels that we conjure up in our own minds.