Book: And in trouble we will love each other

“Yes,” he said and pulled his head into his shoulders, as if letting me understand that we are talking about an inevitability over which he has no control and which does not need any other words except a sincere and short yes.

Yes, I haven’t had a man next to me for many years. Yes, I don’t know how to attract attention to myself, I don’t know how to make it clear what I would like. Yes, I don't like me, and you're right - men don't look at me. But maybe that's not the main thing. I lived my life and lived as it was typical for me. She agreed to endure the nonsense and nagging of an incompetent director, and to sit alone on weekends and in the evenings. My life had its own pleasures and joys: having dinner with Sandrina, talking on the phone with loved ones, chewing something delicious while watching an exciting TV series, seeing a stunning Tintoretto or Caravaggio, seeing my nephews and nieces in the summer, sending them gifts, receiving messages from them news. All this made me happy and warmed me. I had my own dreams, desires, fantasies. If we have something, we still dream of something better, more. Ultimately, we are all not so happy, we all have our own complexes, we are all chasing chimeras and we are all limping. You wanted to impose your lifestyle on me so that your own dreams could come true. You didn't feel sorry for me, Kandis, you felt sorry for yourself. You wanted big opportunities, you wanted fame, you wanted money. But I don’t need any of this. I need peace and quiet. And if I wanted happiness, then the most ordinary one. And now I will never have it.

Life sometimes doesn’t skimp on lessons.

I am pleased to remember my communication with Antoine. I feel a protector in him, I feel safe. And I really like the look with which he looks at me - I seem to become taller, spread my wings. Maybe this is what happens when you find a match? When does your soulmate's gaze reveal you to you? When do you start loving yourself because you are loved?

Actually, I began to explain, no one expects that a single woman can feel happy. Well... what does happy mean? Is there anyone who is truly happy? Our society has been selling happiness in a package for two for so long that being single for many seems like a big failure or even an abnormality. And the appearance of tables in restaurants