“I am something you can use.”
“I had thought you understood.”
“It’s because I understand that I left — that I am leaving.”
“Then there’s nothing I can say, is there?
“Yes. George, there is. You could tell me not to go. Say it to me! Tell me not to go. Tell me that you’re hurt; tell me you’re relieved. Tell me that you’re bored — anything! Just don’t assume I know. Tell me what you feel!
“What I feel? You know exactly how I feel. Why do you insist you must hear the words when you know I cannot give you words? Not the ones you need. There’s nothing to say. I cannot be what you want.”
(Source: jedding, via thedevilsingssondheim)