Love is like cement; the longer you stay, the harder it is for you to leave.
She never thought of love that way.
But he did. He always did. They had been together since—who knew? Months, maybe even years? It was always so secretive. Somehow, even though he was comfortable, it just wasn't fun anymore. That same old routine – buying flowers and putting them beside her bed in the morning, daily kisses and movie marathons, the countless times of rolling around in bed playfully, making love loudly and showering together the next day. So many memories, some that are kept buried, some pushed away and brought back to be relived.
"I don't think I belong here anymore. With you."
"...And you say that why?" She looked frantic; dismayed, with tears of anger threatening to fall down once more. They had been at this talk for hours now, going back and forth with insults and lack of maturity to handle. She was so irritating when she didn't understand his reasoning, he used to think.
"I have.. relations with another girl. And I really like her, even though I love you. I hate making these choices to either let you hurt by yourself, or have my ass sit here until you're done then deal with the backlash." Her amber eyes watched the deep pools of aqua, looking for some sort of answer. 'That sorry bastard.' She thought in her head, pushing some blonde bang back from her silky face. Oh, was she pissed. "Is our love not fun anymore?" she asked, gripping his arms in their half-embrace. Breaking away, Cagalli looked into his eyes once more, "Is it? Is this what you've been hiding from me?"
"Not anymore. I haven't done anything. I would never be unfaithful to you." That stung. It felt as if a dumbbell had been dropped on her heart; obliterating it, shattered. Or walking through a scorching desert, feet tired and sore. "But you're being unfaithful for not giving your heart to me, to keep. What do I have to do to keep you? I want you. I love you." After the tears stopped dropping, he got up.
" I could have told and made love to you a hundred times, but that still wouldn't be enough."
"Don't confess."
With that, he reached over, and kissed her one last time and wiped away the tear that fell from her eye. "Strong girls don't cry."
How do you break away from somebody without hurting their feelings?
He didn't know, but he had to set himself free from one thing that he didn't want.
And he broke away, leaving bits of encouragement.
End
