Part 1: Changing Feelings

~Kesha's POV~

I've been with my boyfriend Roman since he was a senior in high school and I was a junior. We just seemed to instantly mesh. It was like love at first sight. I had just moved to Pensacola, Florida with my family due to a change in my dad's job. My family is originally from Houston, TX. Anyway, we made eye contact in the hallway on my first day, and it was magic from there. He was a jock, so all the girls wanted him. Therefore, they hated me with a passion for swooping in and taking him. All the girls wanted him. They gave me dirty looks everyday when they would see us walk down the hall holding hands, but I didn't pay them any mind.

Well it's been 3 years now. He went away to college after our first year of dating. I would constantly worry about him cheating on me, but I somehow managed to get my mind off of that and just trust him. He swore he never cheated, and I believed him. That's how close our bond was. We talked about a future together. He would go to the NFL and become this big star, and I would be the stay at home mom raising our kids. However, he made it clear that he wanted to postpone having kids until we were able to get married, buy a home, and have enough money saved to be comfortable. Yeah, we were pretty in love.

But now I have this secret that's killing me, and I don't think I can tell him. I think it's just best if I end things rather than tell him my secret. I know it's going to break his heart, but I have to do it. I know him, but at the same time I don't know how he will react if I tell him the truth. It's funny the kind of curves life throws at you when you least expect it.

~Roman POV~

My girlfriend of 3 years asked me to come over her house. She wouldn't be specific about anything, but she did tell me that she needed to talk to me about something. I didn't like the way she sounded over the phone, but hopefully it's nothing too bad. I pull up to her house. Her mom answers the door.

"Hi Roman," she replied, hugging me as she opened the door wider for me to come in.

"Hi Mrs. Jones. Kesha wanted me to come by. Is she upstairs in her room?" I questioned as I walked in.

"Yeah, she is. And you know the rule right?" her mom questioned as I shook my head. She smiled at me as I headed up the stairs. The rule was that I could be up in her room, but we had to leave the door open a bit. No closing and locking it, but you know there are ways around that, LOL. Anyway, I make it to her room. She's laying down with her headphones on as I come in and sit next to her on the bed. She looks up when she feels me on the bed.

"Hey, thanks for coming," she stated, giving a small smile.

"Yeah, but I have to admit, I didn't like your tone on the phone. It had me worrying the whole way over here. Is everything alright?" I respond as she wrapped her phone in her headphones and put it down on her nightstand.

"I don't know any other way to tell you this besides coming right out with it," she started before her voice trailed off.

"...I think we should break up," she finally let out after a pause that seemed to last forever. I just looked at her. We were just happy the day before. We went to the mall taking pictures and everything. Maybe I heard her wrong.

"Did you just say you wanna break up?" I question in disbelief. She looked down so that I couldn't see her face. "Hello?" I reply urging a response. She only nodded her head. I saw a tear fall down her right cheek, but she wouldn't look me in my face.

"I can't hear you," I stated in a raised voice. I realized I was getting loud, so I lowered my voice as I sighed.

"Why?" was my next response when she still didn't reply. Finally she spoke.

"I just think that we've grown apart and that it's just best we go our separate ways rather than stay in this relationship," she replied. She began twiddling her fingers, a habit she had when she was lying.

"Are you really sure that's what you want?" I questioned, believing that it really wasn't what she wanted.

"Yes I'm sure," she replied stunning me. I just stared at her for a second, total disbelief.

"Okay, if that's what you want. I don't want that, but I have to respect your wishes. I still love you and that will never change. I can't force you to be with me if you don't want to be. Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" I questioned, finally hearing the words coming out of my own mouth.

"Yes..." she said as she cried.

"Then why are you crying?" I asked her as I tilted her chin up so that she could finally look at me eye to eye.

"Because I still love you too, but I just think it's better this way," she confessed.

"What is it that you're not telling me?" I question her, trying to get an understanding and see if it wasn't something that could be worked out. There was a long silence.

"I cheated on you," she cried after a brief silence. And there it was, the real reason. Or was it? For some reason, I just still didn't believe her. Because, once again, she was twiddling her damn fingers.

"You what?!" I exclaimed as she jumped at the bass in my voice. I knew she was lying, but that's why I was mad. She wasn't telling me the real reason and was continuing with this lie. As much as we've made love, I would have noticed the difference had she really been with another man. Her walls gripped me the same every time we made love. We fit hand to glove. That's why I can say, without a doubt in my mind, that she's lying about cheating on me. If I did believe her, this conversation would be going in an entirely different direction. I've been known to have a temper from time to time, but I had to remember we were in her parent's house. If that's the lie she wanted to tell, I was going to let her.

"I'm sorry," she cried as she put her head down. She was really trying to make me believe her.

"I love you, but I'm not gonna sit around here and be dumb. If you want it to be over, it's over. I hope you find what you're looking for in life," I state as I get up to leave out her room, her house, and most likely her life.