A While
"What are we doing, Mark?"
She said it with an honesty that neither of us had shown for a while, but I had to be sure. "What do you mean?"
She sighed and said, "This."
I sighed too. "Yeah. I know what you mean." I sat down on the bed next to her. It had been a while since I'd done that.
Our relationship hadn't been working for a while. Months, in fact. Maybe a year. It was obvious, but we hadn't wanted to face it.
"I've actually been wanting to talk about this with you for a while," I said.
She nodded and we knew that there'd be tears. It wasn't a race, nor a denial. Just an eventuality that we'd go through together.
"This isn't working," I said.
"No," she said. "It's not."
"I'm sorry, hon."
She shuddered a sigh and said, "Me, too. I never wanted it to be like this."
There were many things said. It was the first time in far too long that we had honestly connected. And it was done with love. Love that we couldn't show when we should have. It was a great shame, and we knew it.
I remember telling her, regardless of it all, that I never stopped loving her. We both cried at that.
I said, "It's over."
She nodded. "It's over."
I gave her a kiss, and it ended.
I gathered my things and it was hard to leave. She saw me to the door and I felt that there needed to be something more said. I looked her in the eyes and searched for something to say.
She found it first. "Please go before I cry again."
I smiled for her sake and left. The next day ruined me.
She said it with an honesty that neither of us had shown for a while, but I had to be sure. "What do you mean?"
She sighed and said, "This."
I sighed too. "Yeah. I know what you mean." I sat down on the bed next to her. It had been a while since I'd done that.
Our relationship hadn't been working for a while. Months, in fact. Maybe a year. It was obvious, but we hadn't wanted to face it.
"I've actually been wanting to talk about this with you for a while," I said.
She nodded and we knew that there'd be tears. It wasn't a race, nor a denial. Just an eventuality that we'd go through together.
"This isn't working," I said.
"No," she said. "It's not."
"I'm sorry, hon."
She shuddered a sigh and said, "Me, too. I never wanted it to be like this."
There were many things said. It was the first time in far too long that we had honestly connected. And it was done with love. Love that we couldn't show when we should have. It was a great shame, and we knew it.
I remember telling her, regardless of it all, that I never stopped loving her. We both cried at that.
I said, "It's over."
She nodded. "It's over."
I gave her a kiss, and it ended.
I gathered my things and it was hard to leave. She saw me to the door and I felt that there needed to be something more said. I looked her in the eyes and searched for something to say.
She found it first. "Please go before I cry again."
I smiled for her sake and left. The next day ruined me.