I thought I loved the first guy I'd ever dated. It turned out to be a manufactured romance, its purpose was only to get me socialized. He actually despised me. I killed my boyfriend before he could kill me first.
They then told me I was incapable of love and I believed them.
I loved Nick the best that I could. I don't think it was enough and I'll always be sorry for that.
Sometimes it's a relief to think that maybe I'm not really cut out for it.
Wanda is probably the most loving person I know. She makes me want to try at it. I don't think I'll ever get it right, but when I'm around her, it seems more of a possibility.