I have been a fool many, many times. I will be a fool again. I will put my trust in someone I should not. I will put my money somewhere it should not go.
I am a fool.
I have been too focused, I see now, on what I would like and not what I have got. It is a test I have grown too attached to. Close should be enough. I have forgotten myself and asked for miracles.
You cannot understand what it is, I have told him, to be someone like me and to be in love with someone like you. Or something, at least, which is like that.
Mac will never know what it is to be made to feel that you have been made wrong. Shoddy.
But I do not mean to make this "about me". It is no excuse.
I have been selfish and I have been greedy. I have been given something special, and I have asked for the moon instead. What is a moon? A satellite. What would I do with one?
I see now that the photographs that have been so carefully arranged into books and given to me are not the vanity projects I originally saw them to be; they are the moments that mean the most him. And I am in them all.
What more can be said?