“Glad it’s over”

”Jerry,” She said as she left my house. Left for the final time.

She left, and I was sure that she wasn’t coming back. Not this time.

”Please” I tried, but it was too late. She had closed the door, and I was left alone in our living room. In my living room.

It wasn’t ours anymore.

I always knew it was coming, for the past couple of weeks we haven’t said more than a few words to each other.

That’s no way to live in a relationship.

We were always heading for a cliff. I’m just glad that she decided to end it before it was too late. Before we got so unhappy together that it would take years to get a single spark of joy back.

I’m happy that she was to one that did it. Because I don’t think I would have been able to.

I’m glad she ended it without any harsh words, without blame.

I’m glad it’s over, but I’m also sad that I’ve lost her.

I just hope that I haven’t lost her forever. And that we can still find a way to be friends.

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“My time, my love”

How did I ever think it would work?

I guess I never did. I guess I always knew that it wouldn’t work. And I still did it.

I did it because I loved her.

Because it was what she wanted me to do.

I did it even though I knew it would never work.

And I did it for her.

I got sent away, and she got away.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have ever done something like that for someone else?

Why did I do it?

She let me go down like I was nothing.

And I had done everything for her. After I had given her everything.

How did she do that to me?

I guess I know now why she didn’t do it alone.

I know that she never loved me the way I loved her.

I know that I was a fool for thinking that she would ever be anything other than what she is.

But I still did it for her.

I still gave her my life.

My time.

And my love.

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“Can do now wrong”

For the first time in his life, Oliver knew that he had done something wrong. He knew that he had done something which he could never make right.

And for the first time in his life, he would have to face the consequences of his actions.

For so long he thought that he could never do anything wrong. He thought that all the problems in the world didn’t apply to him.

That was before he met her. Before he met the person who he thought he would spend the rest of his life with.

Before she changed his life and made him think. Really think about the things he had gotten away with over the years.

She was the one who made him open his eyes.

And know he wished that she hadn’t. He wished he was still that naive kid who thought he could do no wrong. Because then he wouldn’t know that he had done wrong this time.

He wouldn’t know that it was his fault.

He wouldn’t know that he had hurt her.

And he wouldn’t know that it was his fault that she left.

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“Where was I?”

Where was I? I should have been there. I should  have been there for her.

I should have been there and held her hand when she needed me to.

But I wasn’t, I was somewhere else.

I wasn’t there for the only person I care about when she needed me the most.

I wasn’t there for the only person who care about me when she needed me the most.

Where was I?

Why wasn’t I there? That question has been going around in my head for the past couple of days and I still don’t have an answer.

Why wasn’t I there for her?

Why wasn’t I there for the woman I love when she needed me to?

I wasn’t there for her and I can’t change that. I can’t change the fact that I was somewhere else.

No matter how much I wish I could.

I should have been there.

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“Gone that long?”

He walked into the room knowing that she would be there.

That she would be there to take him in her arms.

The room was filled with people all laughing and enjoying themselves. A few of them noticed as he entered the room.

”Mr. Johnson?” An elderly man said, ”what are you doing here?”

”Looking for my wife,” Johnson said.

”Oh, well good luck with that. She will be delighted, we all thought you died over there.”

Johnson left the old man and continued his search. He couldn’t see her anywhere, but she was there.

He knew she was there.

He finally saw her standing alone in one of the far away corners of the room.

She was still beautiful. Still perfect.

He walked across the room with determined steps but before he got to her someone else came and gave her a glass of champagne.

Another man who gave her drinks.

Another man who kissed her.

Johnson couldn’t watch. He ran out of the room and ignored the old man trying to get his attention on his way out.

Had he really been gone that long?

Long enough for her to find someone else?

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“A night of tradgedy”

We were dancing together that night.

Dancing to the slow music playing on the speakers.

We were the only ones left in the room. Everyone else had left. But neither of us cared.

I held her and I didn’t want to let her go. And she didn’t want to let me go.

We where together and neither of us wanted it to be any different.

But we knew this would be the last night we had together. I was leaving and she would have to go on without me.

This would be the last night we had together.

The last night we would hold each other.

The last night we would dance together.

The music stopped and someone was telling us that we had to leave. But we didn’t want to leave. We stood in the middle of the room just holding each other.

Holding, because it would be the last time we were this close.

We were finally forced out and we knew it was time to say goodbye.

It was time for me to go, and time for her to move on.

I held her close one last time and she did the same.

We kissed.

”Goodbye, Darling” I said and wiped a tear from her cheek.

The last tear I would ever see her cry.

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