I Want You Back
My voice was on edge.
He held my face with both of his hands and wiped my tears as he looked at me. “Hey, you don't have to be like this,” he pleaded; his voice was sweet. “We’re going back, okay? You were actually amazing; I really didn't think you would agree to run away with me in the first place. And that you are so good, my love. You are so light, and I am so dark, so sweet, and I am so sour, and maybe that is what makes me love you so much. Of course, I love you, Ann. I have always loved you, and I will always love you.”