Lemon Tree.

Intolerance manifested deep into the layers of skin. Fury and jealousy just part of it. If you try to scratch the surface and the layers one by one you'll see the poison that gallops in her veins instead of the blood. So immaculately infected that you can't save her, neither can anyone else.

A saddened, muffled cry. Fear of loss; losing all those that neutralise the poison and make her feel cured again.
Afraid of losing, the one who matters the most. Because the one who matters the most, is the one who is most likely to get injured; hurt enough to build wide sky scrapers. High enough to distance you and become utterly unreachable. Don't do that.

There is room to change.

She is sorry and the most weighed reason is, because she is too darn scared of losing you. Not because she knows what it is like to have lost before, but because you're part of her being. Her house, her family, her hopes and feelings. And her everything else.

So what if one day you decide, its not working and decide to leave or build those roads, streets and walls to make yourself unreachable. You said she is selfish that night, and not everything is about her, she doesn't disagree 'cause as far as history of things go, it's true. No matter how much she dislikes the comment. The day you decide to leave or plan to move away, she would like to know, so she can prepare for what is to come and won't stop you.
Not stopping you isn't true. She will try to stop you, but if you insist, she will let you go.
She needs to be ready for the changes that will set in, because her world is built around you. You wouldn't like to know that, but you can't deny the truth either.

She is sorry. But what you are to her, she can't exactly put a halt to it.
She loves you too much.

Don't you love her too?