She asked me to stay on our first date and on the last. I walked her home and she cried and whimpered with each step. She wanted love, I wanted to go home. I couldn’t love her and it hurt. I looked into her eyes as she pinned herself against the door wanting me to say, I love you. She wore the perfume I liked and my favorite dress it felt like prom. I waited and stared at the metal numbers on her door for answers. Maybe, I can’t love anybody I dropped her hand to her side and left.