“Your love should be for me, not for my love,' he says. 'There's a difference.'
'It is-- you just won't let me love you. I'm not going to stop trying. You don't want me to stop, do you?'
'No,' he says.
I'll never forget that tiny word and how he said it.
'Then say you love me,' I insist, back throbbing.
'I can't.”