Acts of Desperation

To make a beautiful man love and live with me had seemed - obviously, intuitively - the entire point of life. How could it be true that a woman like me could need a man's love to feel like a person, to feel that I was worthy of life?

A face un barbat frumos sa iubeasca si sa traiasca cu mine paruse - evident, intuitiv - intregul scop al vietii. Cum ar putea fi adevarat ca o femeie ca mine ar putea avea nevoie de dragostea unui barbat pentru a se simti ca o persoana, pentru a simti ca sunt demna de viata?