“ Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. ”
I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.
~ Betty Smith
But she needs me more than she needs him and I guess being needed is almost as good as being loved. Maybe better.
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.
In the future, when something comes up, you tell exactly how it happened but write down for yourself the way you think it should have happened. Tell the truth and write the story. Then you won't get mixed up. It was the best advice Francie every got.
