I didn't want to be angry, really. And it was more frustration anyway than the anger from pain. I just wanted her to tell me she wanted me half as much as I wanted her. And it wasn't that I had to have the embrace of her desire right then and there, or even the promise of it later (although that would have been nice). Just the whisper of a promise, a hint of that desire would have been enough. Instead I heard her utter an irritated sigh, and say, "I wish you weren't so darned clingy! " And as these words passed through me, they pulled on the chain connected to the drain plug in my heart, pulling it out. It began to empty. I could almost see the little vortex there, in that drain, sucking down the last drop of my own desire, out of this tub of my heart.