I know and feel two very different things. I know that I hate intolerance. I know that that is self-contradictory. I feel loathing at myself every time I rediscover this. I feel sad that the world is like this at all. I know that I need a husband, just any man at all. I feel like no man is worthy of my love. I feel like I will one day meet him, and realize I am not worthy of his love.
But I know, and feel, that this moment is right. That an opportunity never seized is an opportunity lost for good, whether for better or for worse.
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