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Maybe we should just break up. (C. Conway)

Charlie and I had been together for years. We had been through everything together. But ever since he left for California for the junior goodwill games, things had been different. Our phone calls were short and tense, and every time we tried to talk about our problems, we ended up arguing.

One night, we got into a heated argument over the phone.

"I can't do this anymore, Charlie," I said, my voice trembling with anger. "Every time we talk, it turns into a fight. Maybe we should just break up."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Charlie spoke. "Is that what you really want?" he asked, his voice quiet.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his words. "I don't know," I said finally. "All I know is that this isn't working."

"I promised you that I would never leave you, and I meant it," Charlie said, his voice full of emotion. "But things are just so hard right now. I'm so far away, and I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, Charlie," I said, my voice softening. "But that doesn't mean we can just ignore our problems. We need to figure out a way to make this work."

"I know," he said, his voice heavy with sadness. "I just wish I could be there with you, holding you in my arms."

"I wish you were here too," I said, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "I hate not being able to see you every day."

We talked for a while longer, trying to work through our issues and come up with a plan for the future. We talked about how we could make our long-distance relationship work, how we could stay connected even though we were so far apart.

But no matter what we said, we couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that hung over us.

"I just don't know if we can do this," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Please don't give up on us, babe," Charlie said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I love you so much, and I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I love you too, Charlie," I said, feeling my heart breaking. "But love isn't always enough."

There was another long pause, and I could almost hear Charlie's heart breaking on the other end of the line. "I'll call you when I get back home to Minnesota," he said finally, his voice barely audible.

"Okay," I said, feeling tears streaming down my face. "Take care of yourself, Charlie."

"I will," he said, his voice full of sorrow. "I promise."

And with that, we hung up the phone, both of us feeling lost and alone in our own worlds of hurt and confusion. The uncertainty of our future weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the end of our story.