Lately your mind had been going on overdrive. You’d started to wonder what her eyes were saying. Whether Madison wanted something more than what you could give her. It just felt she’d stopped living and stopped smiling whenever she was with you. All you wanted was for her to do that, but instead it felt like you’d fallen into a routine that was slowly eating you both alive. You so badly wished she would talk to you, tell you what she was thinking, because right now it was only you fighting to keep your relationship alive.

You should go, leave her behind and the pain you each caused one another. It shouldn’t be so hard, despite how she was your safe place, you didn’t know how far that would take you.

How long were you supposed to fight before you give up? How long were you supposed to carry this burden?

The two of you met when you were young. Only college students struggling and become each others home. Madison had become your best friend, and lover, your whole world.

So how were you supposed to leave that behind and move on? Maybe you would fit better with someone else some other day, but how would someone love her like you did?*

You don’t know who you were without her. Yet she felt a stranger in the home you shared. All you wished was to be someone’s best and feel like you were enough. You were scared, maybe it would be wrong to leave. However, you’d done everything you could to patch things up.

What more could you do?

This time it was her time to fight.