Stop. Stop hurting me. Just stop. What do you want me to do? I'll do it. You want me to come back to Washington? I will. We will be miserable. We were miserable. I hated it and so did you. But I would do it again. Just stop hurting me. Is that what you want? You want me to come back? Say the word. I will.
You want me to be your exclusive, untouched three-inch fairy? I will. Say it. Just stop hurting my heart. Why can't you see? I live for you, breathe for you. I call everyday, more than once. I still love you. I'm still in love.
I'm happy here. My soul is here. But my heart is in pieces and there are more of them everyday. What do you want from me?
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