July 23, 2009
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“It’s over,” she said, looking sadly at the person she had been with for three years now. “I can’t take this anymore, and you know it. You’re killing me.”
The man was silent, watching her as she packed her bags, obviously wanting to say something to the person who was walking out of his life. “But.. I love you.” The simple phrase broke her heart, but did not sway her, not in the least. They both knew, even if he refused to admit so, that it was a lie.
“I always said that would be enough, didn’t I? I’m sorry, but it isn’t. Sometimes love just isn’t enough to make things work.” She turned to look at him, holding back her tears. Three years, gone now. Three years of her life almost wasted, chasing a dream and a relationship that in the end only caused her pain, heartbreak, distress.. A relationship that almost killed her. The worst part is she knew he wouldn’t stop her. Wouldn’t even try. He knew, too. “I can’t stay here. I have to leave. It’s killing me, I’m dying, going even more insane than I already was. I know you’ve seen it.”
He watched her, this time in silence, his hand trembling as if he wanted to reach out and stop what she was doing, but he made no move as she picked up her things, walking to the door. “I said I would always be here, even if you didn’t want me, and I was. But I just can’t anymore. I tried for so long. You only want me when I’m gone, and it isn’t enough anymore. I’m sorry, I know it’s probably my fault, but I just can’t take this anymore. It hurts too much. Goodbye.”
He stared at the empty doorway, looking lost and confused. “No, it wasn’t your fault.. It was mine.”
