"What do you wish?" She asked while nearly perched on my shoulder. She could tell that something had been bothering me for quite a while and the time had come to discuss it.
"I wish that I made you feel as loved as you make me feel."
The sudden and total honesty that this wish conveyed made both of them quiet for several minutes. It was like the sum total of their relationship could be stated in those few words. Their was meanness there as well, mentioning the gulf in feeling was tantamount to a challenge. Seeing it, that difference in feeling was more though, as was the clear explanation that there was nothing to be done for it - whatever chasm divided them was going to remain so. That insomuch was implied.
"Perhaps that's what I want, someone to feign a feeling. Perhaps I want to be able to put in as much as I want and not have to worry about you. Maybe, just maybe, it's enough and I can deal with it."
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