AI Story

Amy

Then, as I came back to my feet, there she was, on all fours. Amy. Amy was there. She was wearing the same clothes that I saw her in yesterday, with the same bra and jeans, but not my clothes. I couldn't believe it. I ran over and hugged her, and she smiled at me, and she put her hands on my shoulders and said "I've got you now," and then she ran off. And I was crying. I was crying so hard, my face was still flushed from my tears, and I wanted to call for my mom and dad, but I couldn't. I was so upset. I couldn't breathe.

After she left, I got back up and I tried to cry. I got so upset again and I couldn't stop crying. I was crying, but I couldn't do anything.

I couldn't make myself stop crying. I had a huge crush on her. I didn't know what I was doing. I was like a drug addict at that point. I was going to do anything to get her back.

I didn't know what to do, so I went to her apartment and I found her in bed. It was just her and me. I just sat there and just held her. I told her everything was going to be okay, that I was going to be there for her, and that everything was going to be OK. And then she asked me to hold her hand. I didn't want her to feel like she was in any danger. And she was, but she didn't show it. She did something that was so good that I could only hope that it was a sign of the next step.

So, at that point, the moment she told me, I just let her go. We just kissed, and I had to hold her. I tried to make her feel like she was at ease. She started crying, and I didn't stop her. I told her, "Don't worry about me. I'm here for you. I'm going to be the best I can be for you."

And I tried to comfort her. I tried to reassure her that everything would be okay. I tried to tell her that I loved her. I wanted to let her know that I loved her.

But I couldn't.

"I know you love me," I finally blurted out.

"I know you do," she said, "but what are you doing?"

I stared at her blankly. "You know you're in love with me," I said. "You've been in love with me since you first laid eyes on me."

She just stared at me in disbelief. "You've been in love with me since the first time you laid eyes on me?" she asked. "How the hell did I forget?"

"What?" I asked, trying to get my bearings.

She nodded. "You've been in love with me ever since you first laid eyes on me."

I swallowed.

"You're still in love with me, aren't you?"

I stared at her blankly. "I guess."

"I thought you hated me when you came in the room
And you were crying

I guess we can't go back

You know I've still got it."

"I do?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "But you can't do me. So don't. I'm sorry,

I'm sorry. I love you and we'll still be friends, but I just don't want to live here. I just don't want to be here with you anymore."

I thought of my daughter and her dreams and how much she'd have to change in order to have them, and I just... I