Reaching For My Hand, She Essay

1139 Words Aug 7th, 2015 5 Pages
Reaching for my hand, she continued, “He talks about you all the time and after all these years, he still converses possessively about you, but ever since we arrived at this villa, he has been behaving oddly. I had never seen him like this before. He looks lost. I know he showed you what he wanted you to see years ago. He wants you to believe he did not care about you, but the reality is that he loves you.” Smiling, I said, “I can assure you that he doesn’t love me. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word.” Mary smiled sadly. “You are wrong. He truly loves you, but he just doesn’t know how to have a meaningful relationship.” “We have not seen each other in over seven years and for I can see he has not changed one bit. He is still the selfish, self-center, arrogant man I have known. Ever since I arrived, all he does is take pleasure in my discomfort. Trust me Mary. There is no love between us.” I said firmly.

With a very serious look, she said, “I just want you to know that I am here for you. Brian is an idiot for letting you go.” “We were never a couple, Mary.” “Yes, you were. Whether you knew it or not, you were always his, in his mind. He went crazy when he found out you were engaged.” “Listen Mary, I don’t want to be rude, but I have some things to take care of. I am also here for you, if you need to talk to someone other than Rebecca. “Thank you, Isabel. I know I can count on you, but for your information, Rebecca and me are not close. I didn’t…

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