A Veiw...

You never saw it. He was funny and gentle. Ambition destroyed him, that's all. Because he thinks that the world of the media matters... he actually thinks that it's real. So it's been harder to talk to him... for a while it's been harder to reach him. It's true. So he's gone off with someone who cares about photos in magazines and opinion columns, and all of those dud London things. But that doesn't mean the man was alwyas contemptible. It doesn't mean I shouldn't have been with him at all. it just means... oh, look... the odds were against us. But i happen to think it was well worth a try. *anger turns to disress, the tears start to run down the soft rosy cheek* Of course I knew... do you think I'm an idiot? I always sensed: one day this man will trade up. He'll cash me in and he'll get a new model. I always felt it would come. these men, they wait. They wait till they're ready. You make them secure. Then, of course, when you've built the statue... that's when they kick the ladder away. But I did know it. I did it knowingly. It was my choice.