It wasn't love at all that she wanted - too dirty, too much hysterical distress and boredom, not to mention disgusting physical relationships? Oh no, absolutely not. What she longed for was the pure, steadfast, daisy-like friendship that was as pure as she had been in the girls' school when she was a girl: sharing each other's most private thoughts and taking on each other's troubles. Such feelings can only be truly owned and understood by girls, right?
... This is the world she sees in her eyes, how grand her love and desires are, and how distorted they are. She almost reminds me of Humbert Humbert, the sad man who fell for Lolita intoxicated.
It's just that she has been lying to herself from beginning to end.
In my opinion, this is not a tragedy of the times.
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