“Let's end this,” he said out of nowhere. I knew this time would come.
“Why?” I asked, willing to hear his reasons.
“I’m tired of all of these. I’m tired of you, I’m tired of our relationship,” he replied.
“That’s why you’re giving up?" I asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m also tired. I’m tired of you, I’m tired of us,” I admitted.
“Then why not give up already?” he asked.
“Because I always think of the reason why we survived through our struggles, why I’m still with you after all this time, why I loved you from the start. That’s what keeping me to stay with you. Can’t you do the same?”
He looked at me, frowning. Pity is visible in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“I’m tired,” he reasoned.
I smiled at him. He stared back.
After five years, you're now able to look at me straight in the eyes without those sparks I used to love everytime I stare back at you.
“I know you’re not. The way you look at me, your eyes don’t shine anymore. The way you smile at me, I can see comfort no more. The way you hug me, there’s no more warmth. And the way you kiss me, there’s no more love. Why lie? I know you’re not tired. You just fell out of love for me. That hurts, but it’s okay,” I said giving him a weak, but reassuring smile that I’m letting him go.
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Drapetomania
Разное(n.) an overwhelming urge to run away. These are works of the author's head on the clouds.
