A Reverse Chronological Portrait Written by a Young Girl
Entry 5
Before him, I moved so awkwardly. I never learned what to do with my arms or legs. Still now, I’m not sexy. I don’t imagine I ever will be, because, in a way, he left my limbs twisted – if you know what I mean.
A part of his extensive butterfly collection.
Well, we argued often and over what? I don’t know, and it’s hard to say. All the time I wonder why we fought so much when all I could give a damn about was his happiness. At first, he never liked to admit to what was actually upsetting him, but of course, he let me know one way or another. We would go back and forth for as long as I could handle. You know, until what’s his fault was my fault. Though it wasn’t ever enough, I was always sorry.
Have I suddenly changed the subject?
A part of his extensive butterfly collection.
Well, we argued often and over what? I don’t know, and it’s hard to say. All the time I wonder why we fought so much when all I could give a damn about was his happiness. At first, he never liked to admit to what was actually upsetting him, but of course, he let me know one way or another. We would go back and forth for as long as I could handle. You know, until what’s his fault was my fault. Though it wasn’t ever enough, I was always sorry.
Have I suddenly changed the subject?