Turning around and thinking it's not going to be like the other times. He's not going to run after me. Like all those other times. As my hand touched the cold steel of the front door, a hand span me around and like always he was right there. Holding my hand and being as understanding as he could. I don't regret it, regret us but with every argument, every stupid question and comment I can't help but feel like it's just all finally falling though. Like nothing is worth it any more. But that thing we share. That connection we have.... I can't give up on this... Even if i wanted to. There's just to much that will never be broken.
