"I give up, you hear me? Yeah, I'm giving up. Because nothing will make this sadness go away. Nothing you say or do can make anything better now; it's much too late to try and repair something that has been shattered into a million tiny pieces. You can't walk away and then come right back when the time is convenient for you. You can't think that coming back will suddenly erase all that has happened after you chose to walk away. You can't come back claiming you still care when it is clear to see you stopped a long time ago. Why else would you have turned around and left in the first place?" I yelled in frustruation. For the third time, I wonder what he wants!