Alan had emerged from a bad break. He was despondent. Marla was there. Marla was there, pushing herself into his life.
Because he was needy, he let Marla in. Let her determine the relationship. Although she wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t reject her. He let fill the empty space.
He didn’t want to live with her. Didn’t mind her spending the nights then going away.
Alan knew he ought have done/said something to make Marla know their relationship was temporary, but didn’t. He didn’t say or do anything on either side.
It was Marla who assumed and believed he adored her, without real proof.
Alan should have put a few obstacles, slowed down the relationship, but enjoyed Marla as if she were a toy.
Days, weeks, months, when she was simply there, like a pair of slippers.
And now she asks him if he ever will love her. And he admitted, no.
So Marla packed, and left and Alan looked at the door, shrugged. then went back to his soup.