sad story
Things started out fast.

You were forced into love fast.

The whirlwind was incredible.

You had problems, though.

And so did she.

It made it hard sometimes because you couldn’t help each other, because you both needed something that the problems prevented.

You still made it work.

It was a beautiful thing and you loved it so much, so much more than you even realized.

But with the speed came fear.

You’re young, is she the one? Is it worth being with one person for the rest of my life? Are we similar enough? Is questioning this the first sign that things are destined to end?

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You feel like you’re being torn apart, your emotions go cold, you become incapable of handling the relationship but needing it at the same time.

The paradox ends in a talk, a talk that you both know the end of.

She pulls up in her car. You walk out to meet her, you just want to have a conversation but she stops you.

She says she knows what this is about, you’re breaking up.

You didn’t want to admit it, you can’t speak, you burst into burning tears.

You walk into your backyard together and sit on a bench in the dark.

You hold each other, each knowing this may be the last time you are this close.

You look into her eyes, talking about how this happened, realizing that this beautiful face, the face of your best friend, your lover, your rock, will soon be a stranger’s face.

You want to throw up or die or explode.

You help her clean up all of her things that had accumulated after living with you for two years.

You throw away all the drawings and notes she left you, not wanting to, but knowing the sight of them would be unbearable.

You give each other the Christmas presents you already bought.

You cry more.

She says goodbye to your cat.

You walk out the front door together for the last time.

You hug, not wanting to ever let go.

As you finally release, your hands catch and you look at each other for the last time.

You say “I love you” for the last time.

Your index fingers are the last thing to touch as you let go.

You turn around and so does she.
['Oscar G']
['Breakups', 'Depression', 'Regret', 'Relationships', 'Sadness']