Maybe it did, but it was never something I considered a plus. I-- [...] She understood me. She was beautiful and kind. She did what she thought best for herself, regardless of what others thought... and she saw through me instantly and still wanted to know me.
Did I consider staying with her? Of course I did. She offered me something I thought I'd never have my entire life. [Being someone's husband. Being happy. Being safe and loved, where there was never a question of food or warmth? A comfortable and safe existence.]
[Touches his face gently] But, see... I stayed. I'm here. I didn't leave you. Why the hell do you think that is?