“Hey… Thanks for coming.” I give you a short hug, a stark contrast to all the hugs we’ve shared in the past.

I sit down across from you at the table just as you take your own seat. Feeling the nervousness radiating off of you only makes me more nervous.

Once we’re both settled into our seats, I clear my throat awkwardly and stare down at my hands on the wooden table. “Look, uh… We need to talk.”

I don’t dare to look up at you. I know that that makes me pathetic, but I can’t. Not after all this time. Not after everything we’ve been through. I can’t watch myself break your heart.

After being together for nearly 3 years, this was the last place I’d expected to be with you. But, things have changed. We’ve changed. Between fights, differing schedules, and different communication styles, it’s as if our relationship has hit a wall.

And I know you’re too stubborn to be the one to pull the plug, so that leaves the obligation to me.

“This…isn’t working anymore…”