He's staring at me again. His pale blue eyes focus on my own of
clover green. Peter is sizing me up, I know. He doesn't think I'm good
enough for James. No one is ever good enough for James, at least not in
Peter's beady eyes.
Peter doesn't understand. He's never been in love. He doesn't know what it's like to love someone so much, the whole world could threaten to stop spinning and you'd daresay it should, so that one day could last for eternity, and the Earth would become heaven. James is my God, I am his angel, we'll spend our whole lives together, any place we're together becoming heaven.
It's not that he's never been in a relationship of his own; he has a girlfriend. But she doesn't love him, just the things he buys for her. And he doesn't love Rita. He loves James.
Peter doesn't understand. He's never been in love. He doesn't know what it's like to love someone so much, the whole world could threaten to stop spinning and you'd daresay it should, so that one day could last for eternity, and the Earth would become heaven. James is my God, I am his angel, we'll spend our whole lives together, any place we're together becoming heaven.
It's not that he's never been in a relationship of his own; he has a girlfriend. But she doesn't love him, just the things he buys for her. And he doesn't love Rita. He loves James.
