Cassio Monologue

He loves me he loves me not, I pull these petals off, hoping I’ll get “he loves me”. Oh how Cassio is a thief, he has stolen my heart and has gave nothing back in return. I truly love him, between all the guys I’ve been with for my courtesan job he’s by far the one I love. I’m not supposed to catch feelings with clients but he’s become than a guy I met near the bay, he’s become the love of my life. But you see he doesn’t love me back, oh how it hurts to know this, but I truly think he needs me, and that is something is it not? It is! Because as long as I’m needed, I can see him, and the more he sees me, then the more he will grow to love me. I know it’s false hope but what else do I have to hold on to.
Tonight I asked him, “Are you embarrassed to be with me ?” remembering how he doesn’t show any affection in public, the most he’s ever done is touch my shoulder, HA if only people knew that behind closed doors, his hands definitely touches more.
“Do you love me?” I ask as well, he hates being asked such questions because he doesn’t want to admit anything. …show more content…
I’m fooling myself because I still give in to Cassios lusts. I bend over backwards to do what he wants and keep quiet. Why do I even do this, oh yes, because I have realized that to win his love I have to obey him. Wow how I’m pathetic, but I’m doing it for love. yes! He is my lover and yes I love him so much. BUT, but that handkerchief ugh it haunts my thoughts . That damn piece of cotton, with strawberry patterned embroidery, he had the audacity to give me that token from another woman I laughed at first, pretended I didn’t mind. Ohhh but how I mind, I lost it earlier today and confronted him about it, but I gave in to his smile and said he could come for dinner, to amend things. He probably thinks he came over because my slut body needs him. Because God forbid that a woman like me could love a man like