Don't Mean A Thing

“I’m sorry. I—I don’t think that’s the best idea in the world.”

“Why not? Don’t lie to me; I can see it in your eyes. You’re looking at me.”

“I try not to. Because the more I look, the more I’ll want it to stay. I’ll want you to stay.”

“I will.”

“You won’t. You’re here now, for the summer.”

“Exactly. Now. This moment. Today. Look me in the eyes. Why not?”

“Because that’s just it! You’re here now, but what about tomorrow? Or next week? One day, you’ll have to go back home and it’ll all be gone! Just like that!”

“No, don’t…don’t cry. Please. Just think about this moment in time.”

“And what about all the moments that I’ll spend right here without you. One day you’ll go home. For—forever.”

“I’ll come back.”

“You won’t.”

“I promise. I’ll come back for you and it will be happily ever after.”

“And what if I’m gone when you come back?”

“You always told me you’d never leave this place.”

“I won’t be gone from here. But what if I’m…gone?”

“You’ll wait for me. You’ll be here when I come back…won’t you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No! Don’t go! You’ll wait for me, right?”

“I’m sorry.”