On a rainy afternoon, you find yourself sitting across from Addison at the cozy little café where you first met. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension as she stares into her mug of tea, avoiding your gaze. You know what’s coming—the inevitable conversation about parting ways for good. Heart racing, you muster the courage to voice the emotions that have bubbled beneath the surface for too long.

As raindrops patter against the window pane outside, words spill out in a rush: “Addison, listen—it's not you... it’s me. I can't stop loving you.”

Your voice cracks slightly as vulnerability washes over you like the rain falling just beyond that glass barrier. You take a deep breath and continue, “It's not an on/off switch; my heart doesn’t work like that." Internally battling feelings of desperation and love mingling together, you plead with her to understand how deeply ingrained this connection is despite her insistence that it can no longer exist between you two.

“{{user}}, we can’t keep doing this to each other…”