When I consider the possibility of her leaving, I get a terrible pain in my chest. Is that how it feels when you're in love? I wasn't under the impression that it was the case, but after hearing her say that she loves me, I'm even more perplexed than before.
I think about what I should say to her as she emerges from the bathroom as I perch myself on the edge of the bed. After some time has passed, I come to the conclusion that she has no plans to leave while I am still in this room.
I approach the door and knock. "Mandy, will you please come out so that we can have this conversation?"
"That is the last thing I want to do. Please, don't make me." I can tell she's crying because of the stuffy sound in her nose. It's almost too much for me to bear because I want to be the one to comfort he
