He handed her roses. She said nothing, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried soundlessly. Finally she said calmly, “So what are you trying to tell me? “ He said, “Nothing, I’m not trying to tell you anything.” Finally she said, “Tell me. I’m strong enough to take it. Just give the goddamn bad news. ” Still he refused. She said, “Fine, I will do it for you. Red roses mean love, right? So you are saying you don’t love me and you are leaving me right? Again.” It must have been the hundredth time. This time she was done.
women do have intuitions for such news, we do sense that, and i think it is good that she realized finally that enough is enough. No need to fall into self-pity, and spend the nights whining about losing something was not her in the first place.
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