And it’s taking everything in me not to do something unforgivably stupid. Like beg. Like kiss him. He’d stay if I asked him to…if I told him how badly I need him… It’s the one thing I know with certainty, even if he can’t believe that I could ever want him in the way he wants me. Feel for him the way he feels for me. And it would be for all the wrong reasons, if he stayed…
