I'm sorry," i say, grasping hold of his fleshy hands, "…
““I'm sorry," i say, grasping hold of his fleshy hands, " I'm not lettting you go. Ever." His eyes widen for a moment, then are hidden behind his lashes. "You cant force me to stay, ___. It's wrong. Love can only get us so much. We can't be together. It's not our destiny." His soft palm is sweaty in mine, his large fingers vacillating. I shake my head and say,"You're wrong, you know. Love is the only thing there was, there ever will be. And DESTINY? WE NEVER BELEIVED IN DESTINY, ____!! EVER! Don't you remember, all those days, talking about the human race we resented, priding ourselves for not being one of them? Of not making up stuff just to blame something-somebody-else? The ____ I know doesn't talk about DESTINY!" His lashes are rising, slowly, and i focus on the tiny eyes in the vast expanse of his face. I take a deep breath, squeeze his unsteady and exquisite hand once, hard, and let go. " I love you. i have loved you since i met you, since way before you even started paying attention to me. I believe in you, trust that you love me enough. You will come back to me. For us, it's eternity.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
The speaker denies destiny, insisting love alone defines purpose, while rejecting predetermined fate.
In simple terms: Love is chosen, destiny is rejected.
Choose love consciously, question fate.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- Relationship counseling
- Creative writing
- Philosophical discussion
- Personal journaling
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- Do you believe love can override destiny?
- How do you reconcile love with fate?
The narrative may oversimplify complex emotions.