Страница 15 из 183
“Hate me, if you want to, but I’m tired of watching people have everything their heart desires and throw it away.”
“This isn’t what my heart desired,” I said.
“Maybe not, but it’s what you needed. You needed a wife in that old 1950s sort of way.”
“Doesn’t everybody,” I said.
He gri
It made me smile. Damn it. “You are the only one who can say shit like this to me, and not have me pissed at them for days, or longer.
How do you get away with it?”
He planted a quick kiss on my my lips, more brotherly than anything. “I don’t know how I get away with it, but if I could bottle it, Jean-Claude would pay a fortune for it.”
“Maybe not just Jean-Claude.”
“Maybe not.” He stepped back smiling, but his eyes had that serious look again. “Please, Anita, go home, and don’t freak. Just go home, and be happy. Be happy, and let everyone around you be happy. Is that so hard?”
When Jason said it like that, it didn’t seem hard. In fact, it seemed to make a lot of sense, but inside, it felt hard. Inside it felt like the hardest thing in the world. To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.