Indecision swung between holding on and letting go, aiming to respect her choice while admitting difficulty quitting.
I can't really.
I'm not sure.
Maybe.
She is.
I just can't give up on her.
If that's what she wants.
Maybe it's like this:
I don't know.
She may not like me.
Then it seems okay.
To do so.
To give up, just to
Let her go her own way.