“Does he make you happy?" "Sure", I said. He told me I didn't know what real happiness was. "You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.” — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
“You are making it harder than it has to be," she says. I say, "And should I forgive him because it would be easier?"… — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
“It doesn't work like that," she said, and I was hoping she would tell me how it did work. Maybe she could see that,… — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
“Does he make you happy?" "Sure", I said. He told me I didn't know what real happiness was. "You have to shrink yourself to… — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
“But then you hear that he can't hear you, you see that he can't see you. You are not here - and you haven't died yet. You see yourself through his eyes, as The Generic Woman, the skirted symbol on the ladies' room door. When he says, "I love you, honey," you realize that he never call you by your… — Melissa Banks Copy Share
“Something changed then. I saw my life in scale: it was just my life. It was not momentous, and only now did I recognize… — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
“..Well, old dear, I guess love is the real suspension of disbelief.” — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
“I tried to go back and talk about what I did know. I told her about one girl he'd brought home from Cornell; I'd… — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
“He went to the bar and stood there a while. But he was in the way of people getting their drinks. He moved to… — Melissa Banks Copy Share Image
