"I don't think this is gonna work out," Dante's hesitant. He knows he's starting a conversation neither of us want to stir up. But how could I possibly know what to say to that. I bit my lip, and looked at the floor as if my response would be written there. "I mean, I want it to, but-" "No, I get it. We just need to try harder. It's okay..." But I didn't. I didn't get why something like this would hold us back from being together. With the two of us, wasn't anything possible at this point? Isn't one better than two? Isn't life supposed to get easier now that I wasn't handling it alone? So why did it seem like I was all on my own again? Why do I feel so- "I think we should break up." What's a relationship without a little hardship? --- all rights reserved.