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"The man's aggression was easy to see, so it was easy for us to refuse the role he wanted us to play. But other people also 'invite' us to behave like victims, when they complain about the unfairness of life, for example, and ask us to agree, to offer advice, to participate."
He looked into my eyes. "Be careful. When you join in that game, you always wind up losing."
He was right. But I still wasn't happy about being inside the chapel. "OK, but I've already said my prayer. I've done what I wanted to do. Let's go."
The contrast between the darkness inside the chapel and the strong sunlight blinded me for a few moments. When my eyes adjusted, I saw that the old man was no longer there.
"Let's have some lunch," he said, walking in the direction of the village.
I DRANK TWO GLASSES of wine at lunch. I'd never done that in my life.
He was speaking to the waiter, who told him that there were several Roman ruins in the area. I was trying to listen to their conversation, but I was having trouble stifling my bad mood.
The princess had turned into a frog. So what? Who do I have to prove anything to? I wasn't looking for anything--not for a man and certainly not for love.
I knew it, I said to myself. I knew he was going to turn my world upside down. My brain warned me, but my heart didn't want to take its advice.
I've paid a considerable price for the little I have gained. I've been forced to deny myself many things I've wanted, to abandon so many roads that were open to me. I've sacrificed my dreams in the name of a larger dream--a peaceful soul. I didn't want to give up that peace.
"You're tense," he said, breaking off his conversation with the waiter.
"Yes, I am. I think that old man went for the police. I think this is a small place, and they know where we are. I think this boldness of yours about having lunch here could wind up ruining our holiday."
He twirled his glass of water. Surely he knew that this was not the problem--that I was actually ashamed. Why do we always do this? Why do we notice the speck in our eye but not the mountains, the fields, the olive groves?
"Listen, that's not going to happen," he said. "The old man has gone home and has already forgotten the whole thing. Trust me."
That's not why I'm so tense, you idiot.
"Listen to your heart more," he went on.
"That's just it! I am listening to it," I said. "And I feel that we should leave. I'm not enjoying this place."
"You shouldn't drink during the day. It doesn't help anything."
Up to that point, I'd controlled myself. Now it was time to say what I thought.
"You think you know everything," I said, "that you know all about magic moments, the inner child...I don't know what you're doing here with me."
He laughed. "I admire you. And I admire the battle you're waging with your heart."
"What battle?"
"Never mind," he said.
But I knew what he was talking about.
"Don't kid yourself," I said. "We can talk about it if you like. You're mistaken about my feelings."
He stopped fooling with his glass and looked at me. "No, I'm not mistaken. I know you don't love me."
This confused me even more.
"But I'm going to fight for your love," he continued. "There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end."
I was speechless.
"You are worth it," he said.
