It had all been said in one form or another…She could not give me what I
wanted of her. There was nothing I could do to make her what she would not be.
And the truly terrible part was this: she really didn’t want anything of
me!She was asking me to come because she felt the obligation to do so. Pity,
sadness — maybe those were also reasons. But what she really wanted was to be
(The Vampire Lestat by Anne Rice)
she sounds a lot like me…