She is quiet.
I look in her eyes.
She looks sad and distant.
I inquire on her feelings.
She makes up something trivial.
I search for deeper meaning to it.
She denies any emotional strife.
I sharply accuse her of gross cowardice.
She takes offense to my hurtful accusations.
I take more offense to her continued deceptions.
She fills up her eyes with tears of final desperation.
I fill up mine with tears of bottled-up frustration and pain.
She screams that she refuses to fight with me like this any more.
Silence.
I hide my tears and suggest that we end our relationship.
She quietly sobs as she comes to see this is the end.
I tell her that this is no longer worth all the stress.
She says I’m a liar for saying I loved her.
I tell her I meant it but cannot go on.
She reluctantly starts to agree now.
I tell her I will never forget.
She looks at me with glist’ning eyes.
I fight the urge to stay there.
She looks sad and distant.
I turn and weep now.
She calls goodbye.