DAPHNE | SIMON
And I don't know where that leaves us.
I think, back home, that I would have married you even if you'd told me the truth of your desires--or the lack thereof. The honest truth. All that waited for me there was a good marriage and it would have been absolutely worth it to forego children for the chance at a marriage in which I could feel truly loved and truly happy. Because I would feel both of those things with you. I know I would. You are my best friend, Simon.
But we both have more choices here than we ever did back home. No one's going to throw stones at me because some jealous girl saw me kissing a man I wanted to kiss. I don't have to marry anyone unless I'm good and ready. I don't have to choose one or the other here. My time isn't running out. And I realize this is a lot of "I" and "me" and that this situation involves the both of us but this is the first time in my entire life that I've been able to think about what I want and what I need and I want and need to respect this freedom I've been so privileged to experience.
So where does that leave us? If you see me as your wife, but I'm not ready to commit to the choices you've made for your future, and if you want to kiss me breathless and I desperately wish for you to do the same, is there any point at which these things meet in the middle? Am I allowed to want you so badly that it physically pains me when I have no answer as to whether or not we can eventually find ourselves wanting the same future as the other?