"I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man’s child. She could fade and wither - I didn’t care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face."
It’s true, just because a woman is your friend, that does not mean she owes you sex. But if you want more than friendship and she’s not open to more than that, you have every right in the world to express sadness and disappointment all over the fucking internet…
