for each “I love you.” Then could

you finally leave?

I think they call this bargaining? Why are some people so hard to forget? Is it because we experienced so many things with them – both real and imagined – that there are more stories of you together than apart? If so, then could I count up all the times I fell in love with you, say goodbye to each one, and then you’d finally be gone? Sometimes I feel like I’m still counting.