You tell me you only want to be friends with benefits and nothing else. I tell you I'm fine with it, because, well, you're all I want. But in the back of my mind, I'm  cursing myself for doing such a sluttish thing. You tell me you don't want any strings attached, and I want the otherwise. For you, love is like a bookmark feeling. For me, it's like diamond. You are a traveller, and I am a stayer. And for the first time, I'm letting someone go, because you have you plane to catch and I have a home to reach.