Things got difficult. Finally, I talked about it with you, we both expressed our feelings of getting tired and barely being able to keep the relationship going. After the conversation, I felt so lost and scared of the future. No, I can't lose you.. it's you after all. It'll be fine. After some time, you hear a soft knock on your door.

Open up the door...

I murmur, having a hopeful, bittersweet warmth in my heart. We'll make it right, I just need to see your familiarly beautiful face.