Its been awhile. But I always find when I come to a hard time in my life I come back writing. So heres what comes out of it.

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We had been through tough times before but never like this.

Never before had the girl been so crass to me, speaking to me in ways that reminded me faintly of past lovers that had only caused pain and hurt.

It had only been recently that it occurred. She had developed feelings for the young templar and his boyish looks, bad jokes, awful cooking, and goofy ways. She promised it was nothing. She promised a lot of things she didn't mean nowadays.

She was angry when I was jealous when she was doing things that anyone would leave another for. She beat me down emotionally and hurt me all the time. Never ever physically of course.

Then she'd come back, saying she loved me and was sorry. And just like the fool in love that I was, I'd take her back, foolish enough to believe she had learned her lesson and would not hurt me again.

But she never learned her lesson and I was starting to think that she never would. She was hanging around the wrong people all the time. She was acting differently that she had in years. And I was just sitting back and taking it.

The others seemed to split to sides when they visited so they no longer visited anymore. Wynne had given her quite the speech about the way she was treating me and my love decided to have a yelling match with the old lady. When the assassin elf visited he decided to woo her and that led to more kisses I tried to forget.

Because thats just what she expected me to do. Forget. She never seemed to want to grow up and act like the adult she was. She just expected me to do all the work. And I did.

I loved her. Half the time we were great. We just loved and smiled and laughed. But then someone like Alistar would wander in steal an infatuation. No one like Alistar had ever posed such a threat before though.

"Don't you see what you're doing boy? You're tearing us apart!"

He scoffed and went on his merry little way. Smug little prick. Walking in here and taking her from me!

And I'd give her to him. Because if thats what she wanted then of course I would let her have it. If she was happy then what did it matter how I felt? Did it matter that I was hurting, feeling like she didn't care at all about me anymore?

No.

It would never make sense to me why we went in cycles. I could explain to her over and over don't do that, you know what happened last time, but she was so thick headed! So fucking stubborn!

And I loved it. I was so hurt and angry and stressed and frustrated and all I wanted to do was curl up in her arms for a night until the next night, where she would be gone drinking and partying with him.

All I wanted was her. Her love. Her gaze. Her approval. I tried so hard for her and she didn't seem to care at all what she was doing.

Oh but she did! She said she did.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. I'll never hurt you again. I love you so much I feel so bad I'm so sorry."

And of course I'd listen. I wanted to be with her forever. No matter how much she made me feel like shit. Because the other portion of the time I felt incredible.

Of course I'd stay. Because In about two months she'd be the best girlfriend in the world again. And I would just love the hell out of her.