But what if he felt he could never love another? And so decided to just use his incredible good looks to bed countless women in meaninglessness, to feed his broken heart and fulfill his twisted destiny to never again know romantic love until the day someone unplugs that obsure hole in a crumbling temple in Angor Watt and releases the echo of his secret.
Until then, he sits holed up in the hotel room where he wrote stories with his true love, and writes and writes and writes. He never sleeps with his token women in that room. But that is where he creates and feels joy and the shadow of love.
Hmmm, maybe I should rent it just to see if I'm close.
