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Need and Pain
by Jania93
When Denny told me he didn't need me, I almost laughed in his face, because it didn't take a genius to see that the speech about hot fudge sundaes was a load of crap. But I let it pass and did the closing, because I'm a masochist in love.
When did it happen, I can hear you asking, and my honest answer would be that I don't know. One moment I was butting heads with a man who thought of nothing but himself, the next I was working at his firm and falling in love with him.
Most people would have gotten out the minute the words mad cow entered into the conversation, but not me. I live for each putdown, snide remark and sarcastic smile, because I need Denny to survive. Sad I know, but my need for Denny means the world to me and I won't give it up.
At the same time, I love pain, both physical and mental, and Denny caters to all my needs whether he realizes it or not. Every time he pushes me away it's like taking a breath of winter air or enjoying a fine Scotch in front of a warm fire. Still I can't help wondering what it would be like to hear the words "I love you Alan," from the lips of Denny Crane.
Then I get realistic and wait for the next biting word to fall from his lips, because after all need and pain seem to go hand in hand and I like it that way.
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