“Tell me you’ll stay forever.”
“I love(d) you. For some reason, I looked forward to each and every class that I'd see you seated in front. Whatever you were doing didn't matter.
Whether you were listening, playing, listening to something or whatever, I was simply happy to just see you there. I missed you during both times you were gone.
Not just your noise but I felt like a part was gone. I love this class as a whole but I love it more because you are here.”
“Then why are you leaving? Why don’t you stay?”
“Does that mean you love me?”
“As much as I don’t wanna say something I might not be able to back up with words, since we’re already at it, then, yes. I do love you.”
“That’s precisely the reason why I’m leaving.”
“I don’t get it.”
“You see, we love each other. And I’m leaving to make room for that. We can’t love each other when there’s a system against that. I don’t want to do you any harm. I want to see you finish.
If we truly love each other, then, this can wait. I’m willing to wait no matter how long. I’m willing to be apart if it’s for your good.”