come back

I hate asking only to have you give that same reason. It is not your fault; it is only obligation, and once again it isn't my right in any way to be discontent, or angry, or hateful, about your success, or your brilliance.

But you care more about work than me. That's how I feel, at least. And I don't want to be with someone like that.

It might be alright now, bearable because there is an end in sight. But when we are older, if you are still here--will everyday merely be a wait, for you to finish and return, from the work that you spend more time with than you would with me?