For once, he was completely frustrated with me. "You don't want me to go, but you won't ask me to stay. You don't want me to go, but you won't say you want me. You have to fight for me. Fight for me!"
"How can I fight for you when I don't deserve you?!" I swallow my tears. "You'd be happier without me."
"You don't – you can't know that! You think I was happier not knowing if anyone would ever love me exactly as I am – every screwed up piece of me?! There wasn't any of that before you!"
"But I make everything more difficult!"
"I don't care if you're difficult! You're what I want."
"I don't know how to be with you!"
"I'm telling you how to be with me. You're just not listening!"
I give a sob. "I can't stand anymore fighting."
"We're not fighting. You're fighting. I'm not fighting against you. I'm fighting for you."