True Love

“I care about you too,” I said, dodging her lips, “and that’s exactly why I want to stop you from starting something with me.”
“I get jealous easily and I always think I know best,” I went on. “I’m lazy around the house and selfish in bed. You really don’t want a relationship with me.”
“That’s not how you seemed to me,” she said.
“I was pretending to be someone else to win you over,” I said. “But now that you love me, I have to be honest.”
“So you are honest with the people you love,” she said.
“That’s true, yes,” I replied.
“That’s enough for me,” she said.

“It’s not enough for me,” I answered. “I want you to be happy, and you won’t be. Not with me.”
“I’ll decide that for myself,” she said, and tried to kiss me again.
“I told you, I always think I know best,” I said, dodging her lips a second time.
“Don’t you find me attractive?” she asked suddenly, uncertain.
“On the contrary — you’re too attractive for me,” I reassured her.
“All right then, have it your way,” she said.
I watched her leave and wondered whether anyone would ever really love me.