He's always been a mysterious person- hard to tell if he was really okay or not. I'd gotten use to it over the years we'd known each other, but it was at times like this I really wished I didn't know him at all. Does that sound terrible? To be honest, I don't care. I'm sick and tired of all these lies, his little white lies that turn into sandstorms and arguments! It does a relationship no good; no good at all!
We've been together for the best of five years...everything's just flown by. It was brilliant, everything! We hardly argued, we had Saturday nights in and our anniversaries were to die for. Exotic places for a week or two; it was just what we both loved. Me and him, we love to travel- want to see the whole world before we die and we are slowly getting to it. Heh, it'd be just the two of us, travelling to the end and back with a smile on our face and our hands held tight. It'd be perfect...
It's our six years anniversary tomorrow...we're not doing anything. He'll be off to where ever he goes these days and I'll be sat at home; wondering when the hell he'll be back. He'll get home and I'll go to kiss him- to touch him. And he'll just look, he'll look at me as if I'm a completely different person- as if he's not interested any more.
Tomorrow is mine and my boyfriend's six year anniversary and I fear that he will leave me. Leave me on the day I've planned to propose.