Callie, don't go, please stay with me, with us.
The first time I saw Callie, frankly I didn't like her at all. She was such a little and innocent girl stealing George away. Later, she fell in love with Arizona, and I disliked her more, thinking well you have finally found your true love as a lesbain and can start your party now ha, though she became a little bit more independent, seemingly.
But God, she played so hard. When Arizona left to Africa and said those terrible words to her, it is Arisona, but not Callie, who behaved irresponsibly; when she tried her best to take care of her best friend Mark Sloan, and loved Arizona back, it is her who behaved so bravely and honestly and tolerantly. No one is perfect, but everyone has a crowd to cry for her when she is about to leave.
And at this moment, I am a person who loves Callie just as much as Arizona, and Mark, and anyone else does in the hospital. If I were Arizona, what would I do?
I cannot help envisioning the moment that someone I care so much leaves me. I will cry to death, and I will cry at his bed and say, 'don't leave me, stay here, and I want nothing if only you stay here.' Sometimes we love and desire, but if one day the objective person we desire so much is leaving, and when there's no more pain we can afford, we will learn to give up something even to give out something, to save him back, and leave alone.
No, no. It's not that complex to wait till the moment you leave. I can not bear the smallest possibility that you get hurt even of the tiniest kind. No I can't. So please forgive me, for not being able to love you anymore, for my betrayal of my soul. Nothing comes easily, and I want to turn your grief into grace.
I think that is what Arizona wants to say, too. Thank God, you are still here. Enough.