Yass, our Parisian couchsurfer is with us now.
Lots of interesting moments.
I think, do I want to belong to someone? No, no I don’t think so.
But I want to possess someone.
“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get
my fill of it – to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just
once. But they never gave that to me. Never, not once. If I tried to
cuddle up and beg for something, they’d just shove me away and yell
at me. “No! That costs too much!’ It’s all I ever heard. So I made up
my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally 365 days a year.
I was still in primary school at the time, but
I made up my mind once and for all.”
“Wow,” I said. “And did your search pay off?”
“That’s the hard part,” said Midori. She watched the rising smoke for a
while, thinking. “I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for
perfection. That makes it tough.”
“Waiting for the perfect love?”
“No, even I know better than that. I’m looking for selfishness. Perfect
selfishness. Like, say I tell you I want to eat strawberry shortbread.
And you stop everything you’re doing and run out and buy it for me.
And you come back out of breath and get down on your knees and
hold this strawberry shortbread out to me. And I say I don’t want it
any more and throw it out of the window. That’s what I’m looking
for.”
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