I stare at it...
<p>but it just stares back.</p>

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	The center slits curled in a mocking laugh.
	
	The buttons: they look back at me.  Four round, puffy eyes with
		descriptions below them: <img src=../../../pictures/Poetry/upside_down_other.gif>, <img src=../../../pictures/Poetry/upside_down_rb.gif>, <img src=../../../pictures/Poetry/upside_down_diet.gif>, <img src=../../../pictures/Poetry/upside_down_cola.gif>. 
		Sometimes they stare blankly ahead.  Sometimes they stare
		straight into my eyes, questioning, accusing.

	How could you do it?
		They ask.
		Did you not realize what she meant?
	
	Yes.
		I say.
		I did not realize.  But that was not why, nor how.
	
	Then How?  Why?
		Because I care.  Because I love.
	
	This is how you show your love?
	
	Love hurts.  Sometimes.  This time.
		Love means I want to keep as much of it as possible.  Love
		means not being greedy.
	
	Greedy?  This was greedy.
		No, it wasn't.
	
	Why not?  You left to find "someone better."  That's not only
		greedy, it's cruel and insulting.  You're saying she's not
		good enough.  You're just looking out for your own best
		interests.

	She is good enough!
		For anyone.  For everyone.
		For me.  She's just not "right" for me.
		And in this case, our best interests coincide.
	
	Liar!
	
	I do not lie.
		I live.  I love.
		Had I stayed, somewhat happy yet unfulfilled, I would have
		died.
		Dead, I would not care.
			About the relationship.
			About her.
			About me.
		Living, my compassion shows.
		Living, we can rearrange things to live, to last forever.
		Dead, the split would be devastating.  We might never
		recover.  I have lost many friends that way; we no longer
		even speak.  I did not want to lose her to that.
		Had we kept going, I would have lost her to that.
	
	So it was greed.  To keep her.
		And you were only looking out for your own best interest.
	
	Yes.  And Yes.
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