Prufrock
My first impression is that this really isn't a love story and if it is, it's a twisted one. I find it interesting how this guy who's aging beats himself up for never being good enough. He talks about how he can imagine the girls but he never imagine them being attracted to him. The fact that he can measure his life in coffee spoons describes what kind of person he is. As we continue reading we find out that death is just waiting and snickering on this miserable soul. At the end he's misunderstood because he pours out his feelings to this girl and the girl misunderstood him and she's like" no That's not what I meant at all". That must've made him feel broken and he just can't take it anymore.
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