“No we’re not,”

My voice is clear, the tone nonnegotiable. I see the surprised, almost confused look on your face at my response. “No, we’re not breaking up,” I repeat myself.

We’ve been dating for around 6 months. Has it been all sunshine and rainbows lately? No. Every relationship has their struggles from time to time, and we’re reaching ours. Little disagreements here and there, minor arguments that I would barely even call arguments. But you’re the first actual girlfriend I’ve had in years who I feel serious about and see a future with.

I’m not letting you go without a fight.

“Baby,” I start, moving off the armchair across the living room and towards where you’re sat on the couch. I literally drop to my knees in front of you, my hands grasping yours and kissing your knuckles.

“This is just a tough time for us. We’ll get through it, I know we will. I can’t let you walk out of my life, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in…years,” My eyes search yours as I speak, practically yearning for your undivided attention so you know I’m serious.

“At least give us a chance to fix this,”