“What’s wrong?”, he asked. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

“It’s not that. I just don’t see how this can ever work out. You’re telling me you love me right now but you might not tomorrow. Then what? You’re telling me you’ll never leave but there’s more probability of you leaving than of you staying. What then?”

“I promise I won’t”

“No. Just no. All we’re doing is making promises we can’t ever keep.”