I could plead for you to not leave. I could plead and beg and pray that you’d still call me baby and not some new stranger. I could plead for you to be something you dont want to be anymore. I could beg you to finish up grad school in boone. I could beg you to keep trying, to not give up on us just yet. I could plead that you talk to me and tell me that you still love me, I know that you do. I could hope that you think of me often, no matter how much the memory of what we had hurts. I could plead. But I won’t. I love you too much to ever make you hurt anymore. Id rather die than to ever know I caused you any anguish like the kind ive been through. But would you do the same? would you ever stop what you are doing and make sure im ok? b/c you havent, and you wont, and its probably for the best. I could plead. But im too much of a woman for that.