You and Tommy will never last. He's too good for someone like you, don't you think?
“Not to be... indelicate, I should say, but I doubt you’re worth the ungroomed hairs on the stretched and aching cunt that forced me out of my mother’s womb, but because I am a gracious and charming deity, I shall deign to answer this nonsense.”
“Tommy and I have discussed near every fear we hold in our worn-out hearts to one another. In the dark of the night, the soft light of morn, the hot throes of passion-- in any moment. I hold my ground that Tommy deserves someone good, who doesn’t struggle with their identity every second of life; someone to grow old with. I told him that. He responded to me in no uncertain terms that I was “full of shit” and I “needed to get my head out of my ass”.
“He doesn’t want anyone else. I don’t either. I am absolutely fine with Thomas Eisenhardt being the last person I ever love again-- he is mine, and he loves me so fiercely that it makes me love myself.”
“In conclusion: we will last. Through pure stubborn, petty force of will, our cat and dog, enough noodles to feed an army, and a lot of very, very good sex.”
