"Why are you so desperate?"
I asked staring at his eyes.
"Because I want you! I love you!"
I smiled."No. You don't."
"Please,come back to me"
I stepped back as he tried to hold my hand.
"You don't love me. You love my efforts. The way I do things. The way I make you happy. The things you didn't know that amaze you. The way I make you happy. The way I am happy. But me? The real me? You don't. You really don't love me. I'm nothing for you when I'm sad."
That's it. I saw tears falling in his cheeks before I walked out. He didn't love me.
