Monica believes Jonathan despite her better judgment. Forgives him despite her doubts.
She loves him…just because.
Her heart isn't sensible or guarded enough. Not by a sight. She’s a walking raw nerve ending of emotion, as if the celibate years she'd spent before him made her more emotional, more vulnerable, more foolish.
And she agreed to all of it yesterday and today.
She’d agree to it tomorrow and forever, but for one thing.
