"No! That's not what I want!" I panic. "Then what do you want? I'm sorry I can't be the perfect boyfriend. I need to get all this crap figured out before I can fully be yours. You know that. What do you want from me?" He sighs. I lower my head. "I'm sorry, Blake. I know. I just... I just want you. All of you. To myself. It's hard. I want to go places with you. I want to be on your arm. I want to sit at the bar with my hand on your thigh. This just all sucks." I cry, tears in my eyes. ***** The other woman's story. Based on the song Stay by Sugarland. This story will contain mature themes and language. Viewer discretion is advised.