But who could blame her for being so intense? For needing him so much? She just couldn’t let him go without asking him to stay, It was hard for her to see him around, doing anything, instead of in her arms. Deep inside she knows it’s just how things are, normal people probably act like this. But the minute he stopped it was already time to say goodbye. And the sweetness of his presence became bitter 'cause it couldn’t last. Again, and again. So she goes home thinking about his reasons, and wondering about his love. Blaming herself for being so selfish and hoping that someday the goodbye will come first and maybe he will wish to stay…
