“She was mine. For the sake of appearances, she was my wife, but she was mine anyway. She didn’t know it yet, but I did. It was wrong and it made no sense, but she belonged with me. No one else, not anyone else.”
“She doesn’t belong to one of my boys, she’s fuckin’ mine.”
“And she was mine, she was mine, the key was in my fist, my fist was in my pocket, she was mine.”
“It was as though she had some alter ego who told her she did not belong here. But she had never known anywhere else, and where else could there be?”
“Emily leans forward and gives me a kiss. Through the kiss, she shows me her love. I show her my love and excitement for our future. She is mine and until she didn’t want me, she always would be.”
“My wife must be stupid. I mean, look, she married me, didn’t she?”