Long story short - taylor Swift one shots/short stores

you're loosing me

You don't think it's the end before you're there, standing at a crossroads having to pick a road to move forward on. This is one of those crossroads because I need to pick if I'm going to stay with Joe or move on from what we have built together. Over the last six and a half years we have built a foundation and then a house filled with memories. Recently though, over the last year really, the memories have been tainted red and the light has been fizzled out.

Going back to the high of my career has killed my relationship, it made him resent me. It's been growing more and more ever since I told him about the Midnight's album and the eras tour. I started to pop up more in public and he started to pull away. It hurt every time he turned his back, and started an argument about my career and the life he wanted for himself. There was never room enough for both of our careers in this relationship, there wasn't room for the life I want, the career I want.

It's not that I want to go back to how things were before 2016, with all the interviews and parties, but I don't want to live in the shadows anymore. I want to sparkle; I want to twirl on stage and meet my fans. I want to travel the world and play the songs that I have poured my heart and soul into. But he doesn't get that. He wants me to stay in the bubble we have created together the bubble that fits his vision of an ideal life. Where we are constantly in hiding, escaping the crowds, and where I'm sacrificing my career for his needs. But it's not working anymore, with all the resentment I can't keep going on like this.

I pack another article of clothing into a suitcase in a room filled with them. He has been away for a few days, and I've been packing down my stuff in suitcases and boxes. He can do his own shit, it's not my job anymore. We don't work, and it's time that I let him go, and he does the same for me. I'm sorry it got to this, and the tears flow down my face, but it's not going to work out between us. The boxes have memories filled to the brim, but I'm leaving some things behind lying on the bed. It's too painful to bring with me. The necklace with his initials, and the infinity bracelet, I can't stand to look at them when I'm packing everything up. It doesn't feel right to take them with me, I don't want the items haunting me after we are over.

Looking around the room I take it all in, I remember when we started renting this townhouse, how we loved the bedroom because of the light the big windows let in. Now, however, it's late and dark outside. I'm just tired, tired of it all. I want to go home, because this, this doesn't feel like home anymore. I'm leaving for a tour soon, and I can't have a place here in London when I do. I need to put it in the past and throw away the key. Of course, I'm just kidding myself that it will be that easy because these things never are. This townhouse, it's only a place now, not a home. And it hasn't felt like home in a long time. It's not where I want to be, and it's time that I start a new adventure without him.

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I've been anxiously waiting for him to come home, so it's a relief when the front door opens, and he steps into the townhouse. "Taylor, what's going on?" he says when he reaches the living room where I'm sitting, waiting for him. I still have some things left to pack, but I had to take a break to let the tears flow. This isn't easy, but it's the right thing to do. "I'm leaving," I say after clearing my throat.

"You're not due to leave for tour rehearsals for another few days. And why are all your things packed?" he comes and sits down on the other couch. "You know why Joe; we both know that it's been over for a while. It's time for me to move out. I can't keep doing this."

It shatters my heart into a thousand Mirrorball pieces to say it out loud, but it's what I have to do, it's the right thing to do. I need to let him go, so I can be free of the shackles that are holding me down more and more every day. I'm throwing out everything we have built to gain something else; I will gain back who I am, who I was meant to be. Not the idea I made myself into to please a man, it's not right that I'm in a relationship where I constantly need to make myself smaller, stop myself from sparkling, to make him comfortable. A relationship should be given and taken, not one-sided because one person is terrified of losing the other person.