"To be honest with you, I don't think you love me, I think everything is falling apart in your life even the things that you thought would never go wrong are going terribly wrong and this, whatever that we have is the only thing that is going right in your life," he said still looking at the wall. I was hurt by his words, but I wondered if he was right. Was I really in love with him? I mean yes, everything is falling apart, but isn't it a good thing that our relationship was not? "Is it such a horrible thing that I at least have something still intact?" I asked him, hoping that he would lie to me and agree with what I said, I am not sure if I am ready to face another loss. He finally turned his eyes away from the brick wall and looked at me. I could tell that he was contemplating what to say and how to say it, does he choose our relationship, me or does he choose his happiness. Was I a bad person for putting him in this position even if I knew that I was being selfish? His hand went up and cupped my cheek, I leaned gently into it enjoying how his rough palm felt on my skin.