Just a few days ago he was so horrible, said he could never imagine this happening with me, that I was the wrong one. It took walking out and three days of not answering his messages, but he came around. Told me he was so sorry, that he’d never let me go it alone. Now he says to me, “I’ve always just rolled with the punches,” and, “We can look at this as a blessing, whatever you decide.” I’m surprised and ashamed that it took me this long and something so drastic to make me see who the better man truly was.
I thought I was so sure of how this would go and what I wanted. But today was warm and clear. We talked about the future, watched a movie, walked along the pier, and topped it off with ice cream and a long nap back at his place. What I really want is more days like this and more time to fall in love.
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Howdy! Hope the wacky-crazy-love-thing doesn’t kill ya. It usually kills me.
This is a great analysis – I’ve attached a link that expands on the topic and is contributed by tons of folks. There are links to an in-depth Community College of Virginia round up of several student reports:
A Literary Analysis for Hills Like White Elephants:
http://www.gummyprint.com/blog/archives/hills-like-white-elephants-literary-analysis/