Obsessed

"Is that a sign that you love me?"

Gladys stops her pace, she silently sculpts with questions she never expected all along. He turned around, staring intently at Nosa. The gaze that used to be so loving was directed at Nosa. 

"You know very well what the answer to your own question is, honey. So, you don't have to ask me anymore."

"It's like you never really loved me, Gladys. I was wrong."

"What do you mean, honey. You know that whatever I'm going to do to be with you, have you. In fact, being able to love you all my life, it's been my dream all along." Gladys rehearsed her own words. "Why do you doubt it. Didn't I prove it. I don't care about your marriage to Kaylila. Importantly, you can still share your time with me. Is that not sufficient for evidence?"

"You're obsessed with me, Gladys. And unfortunately, it's not a piece of love for me."