I'm sorry, but I find many of these quotes troubling. Maybe some would feel less problematic with full context, but taken on their own, a few of the early ones strike me as especially concerning:
"Even if you belong to someone else, I still think of you as mine."
→ That’s deeply possessive. It disregards the autonomy and relationships of others.
"I don’t have you, but I feel you more than anyone."
→ It reflects a kind of ego that claims emotional authority over someone else’s presence — as if only this narrator can love or feel deeply.
"I gave you everything, and you still left."
→ Whether someone stays is always their decision. Loving someone doesn’t entitle you to a relationship in return. Quotes like this come off as emotionally manipulative.
"You're not my woman, but you own my bed in my dreams."
→ I can’t help but imagine how inappropriate it would be if someone told a coworker, “You were in my bed last night — in my dreams.” It’s not romantic. It’s invasive.
Again, I realize that context might soften the edges of these quotes — but all I have are the words on the page. And if, as the title suggests, Bachata is confession, then the speaker here seems to be confessing a sense of entitlement, emotional narcissism, and even a lack of boundaries. That doesn’t feel romantic to me — it feels troubling.
I'm sorry, but I find many of these quotes troubling. Maybe some would feel less problematic with full context, but taken on their own, a few of the early ones strike me as especially concerning:
"Even if you belong to someone else, I still think of you as mine."
→ That’s deeply possessive. It disregards the autonomy and relationships of others.
"I don’t have you, but I feel you more than anyone."
→ It reflects a kind of ego that claims emotional authority over someone else’s presence — as if only this narrator can love or feel deeply.
"I gave you everything, and you still left."
→ Whether someone stays is always their decision. Loving someone doesn’t entitle you to a relationship in return. Quotes like this come off as emotionally manipulative.
"You're not my woman, but you own my bed in my dreams."
→ I can’t help but imagine how inappropriate it would be if someone told a coworker, “You were in my bed last night — in my dreams.” It’s not romantic. It’s invasive.
Again, I realize that context might soften the edges of these quotes — but all I have are the words on the page. And if, as the title suggests, Bachata is confession, then the speaker here seems to be confessing a sense of entitlement, emotional narcissism, and even a lack of boundaries. That doesn’t feel romantic to me — it feels troubling.