"But I am willing to!" I screamed from the bottom of my lungs. I was a wreck, emotionally messed up, crunched, weak, dumped.
I am willing to stay around him for an uncountable time. I am willing to be with him, through his ups and downs. I am willing to see him grow, while I myself grow. I am willing to cry with him, cheer him up after. I am willing to hear, from the most critical to the unnecessary ones. I am willing to pull him closer, but then he cut the tie.
"But we don't love each other." and it hurts that those words blurted out of his lips. Those that used to only speak sweet, calming words.
"We do!"
"No." He shook his head. "I want her, and she wants me. But we, there's only one of us who wants the other."
And I knew it was me.
It was only me.
