I looked at him, his beautiful smile, but his eyes were pull of panic.
"You're joking. This is all just a joke. Your creative funny way of goodbye."
My eyes cast downward unable to look at his pain filled ones anymore, "What if I said I could not do it anymore? What if I said I didn't love you anymore? And I meant it."
"You'd be lying." He was right I was lying but I still whispered, "I'm not."
"You just don't want to watch me leave." He was right again. So I turned and left before he could.
