“Why can’t I go tell him: I love you and I want to marry you?”
“Have you lost your mind? How could you do something like that?”
“Why not?”
“What’s he going to think of you? What are people going to think of you?
No, listen, you wait, and hopefully he’ll tell you that he loves you.”
“And what if he doesn’t?”
“Then it’s not meant to be.”
“Who decides what’s meant to be? The man?”
I put on weight and stopped taking care of myself.
If I don’t get to choose, then I don’t want to be chosen.