71 Class discussion

While everyone listened as Estefania discussed the book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, I sat with my hands under my chin, lost in thoughts.

“...you love him and he loves you too,” Madam Hadassah’s words replayed in my head as it had since I left her presence.

I had convinced and persuaded myself to believe that this was untrue, giving thousands of reasons why Addison could not love me. Julie was right, I guess, he only feels pity for me and in turn, I appreciate him.

I beamed with satisfaction as this rationale of Hadassah’s misconception found its way to my head. Yes, I don’t love him, I sighed again, biting my lips as I mindlessly rubbed the back of my neck.

How could I love him and kiss someone else? I shook my head. That’s a good point, I like Oscar and he loves me. Surprisingly my inner-voice was silent and I was happy else it would have opposed me or said something stupid.