I cant stay with you. She waited for his reaction, watching nervously for the inevitable hurt she was sure would twist his features. He seemed to contemplate things for a moment as he stared down at the floor between them. When he looked up, she thought he seemed disappointed and slightly worried. It turned out that she was the one who was hurt. Where was his pain? Why was he not torn up by the fact that she was leaving him? And for heavens sake, why wasnt he pleading with her to reconsider?
She watched his gaze wander slowly over her face. When at last he peered into her eyes, she felt the typical guilt coupled with the love and affection. After all, he was a great guy. He was intelligent, polite when necessary, witty, down to earth, attractive
but he wasnt perfect.