Tantrum

No, she cried. No, you don't understand. If we don't last, I know I will survive. I will love others. I will be happy. You are not the first, and there is always one more. The sea is vast and deep. The garden has no walls. But I swear you are different. I swear you fill all the gaps that others left gaping open. I want you in my heart, not anyone else. If you leave, someday I will find myself saying this again. To someone else. But I don't want to. Let it not be so. Give me desolation! Give me dissolution in the face of this quiet continuing! I don't want peace! I don't want moving on! Not this time!