'Why dont you want me to go?' you said.
I stumbled for words, trying hard to find what it was I needed to say.
'I dont want you to go because I want you to stay' I said.
I was embarrassed by my lack of eloquence and I felt my cheeks flush.
I hoped you'd look passed my inability to explain what I felt and understand what it was I wanted you to hear.
You did your shoelaces up and sat back on the sofa. I signed a cheque for the bank and took a bite of my sandwich.
Life seemed uncertain then.
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