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A one month break has been decided.
It was hard. He cried, said he doesn't want to lose me. He's scared that I'll find someone else, and he couldn't bare that. He loves me too much.
I think the opposite will happen. He's always got chicks around him, so I'll probably lose him. But it was my decision to do this, so I will have to accept that if it happens. I don't want to, but this is my doing.
Everything was just too hard, too bitter. Arguements and impossible situations.
Problem being, the one person who would understand how much this is killing me is the one I've pushed away for a month. Everyone else seems to think this was a simple decision for me, which doesn't explain why I've been crying everytime someone isn't looking. I had to do it. If it was left the way it was, it would of killed anything left between us before I got home.
God. I was screwed either way.