you need to go. I have so many thoughts running through my head, I say, that I wrote a poem while we kissed.
recite it to me, he requests.
I want you to go because I care about you.
I want you to stay because I care about me.
but, is caring about you not caring about me?
he answers without missing a beat, you missed the part where caring about yourself is in fact caring about me too.
I want to be with you.