oh my godot

A woman is nothing if not proud and that is the one most exasperating quality for a woman to have,
I don’t say this but suspect this might be true. A little of this I’ve doubtless intuited, seen around myself, but I love them all the same. So here’s the problem, the best thing about you is unlovable and the tritest and the most insipid thing that keeps us boring deep where love is at its shallowest, is missing the point. One way or the other what do we do?
And to think in the midst of all this we are like playing a card game, so the one move is in response to the other even if it is to pass the time. Now the question is you wanna play or not? Basically all the possible endings are question marks? Your move please