"I love you. Believe me. Why won't you just accept that, take it as it is? I love you, I really do."
"Okay, and then?"
"But I just can't love you the way you love me."
They'll ask you to, cajole you, to make you believe. Want you to, so much, so much.
But all they leave you with, are broken bits of glass still stuck in the carpet,
long after the words have fallen and the vacuum cleaner's given in to silence.