[Boy],you wanted

To shut it all off and make a run for the door.

For every inch we make it,

We need a mile more.

I feel like we've been fighting more and more. Every time we try something out, it just seems to crumble out from under our feet. Like this time, for instance, Jack and I planned to go out for a night together, but then his mother called and insisted we have supper with her. Jack cannot refuse his own mother, so I'm stuck cooking something last minute because Jack would burn water. He just didn't want to piss her off anymore. After we told Jack's family about our relationship, they were upset, but more or less supportive. Jack's mother especially. She means well, but I'd rather she stay at home and mean well from afar. "Ralph! Are you done yet? My mum will be here in a few minutes!" Jack called from the other room. Probably waiting by the door eagerly for his mother like a stupid puppy.

"It should be done when she gets here!" I called back angrily, snapping off my apron so I could finally get ready. Jack really irked me tonight because he refused to even look over the food so I could have a second to actually make myself presentable. He'd be upset with me if his mother saw me in my house clothes and not my Sunday best. "If you smell something burning, call me as quick as you can! I'm going to get ready," I yelled at him, wiping my dirty hands off on my pants.

I ran upstairs as fast as I could, before Jack could whine or complain. He was grumbling something under his breath as I heard his feet shuffling towards the kitchen. Jack was lucky. My father would roll over in his grave if he saw me in the kitchen. Mother doesn't even talk to me anymore. I shucked off my dirty trousers and shirt and replaced them with clean ones. "Ralph! Ralph! She's here!" Jack called excitedly from downstairs. I sighed and hurried back downstairs to watch over the food. Now I have to be extra careful.

As soon as I got back into the kitchen, the door to our home flung open and a loud woman walked in, "Merridew! Honey! Lovely to see you again!" My heartbeat picked up. She always made me feel nervous because she always seemed to be analyzing everything I did, waiting for me to mess up.

"Mum, I'm so glad to see you too," Jack responded just as eagerly and as loudly.

"Where's Ralph? I haven't seen him in ages."

I rolled my eyes. She visits every other day. "He's making supper Mum."

She scoffed loudly, "And why are you out here talking to me? Get in there and help out your boyfriend!"

Jack muttered a small 'yes mum' and he came into the kitchen. Too bad supper was almost done. Come to think of it, this was the first time I had been in the same room as Jack just tonight. I remember Jack from the island being ugly and awkward and mostly a pain in my ass. Now, he has grown taller than me, not by much, but enough, his flaming red hair has lost some of its brightness and turned to a rustic brown, and his eyes have gotten brighter. I love his eyes. He's outfitted in some black dress trousers and a crisp, white button-up.

He doesn't look too happy to be stuck with me. "This is the first time today we've been in the same room," I pointed out, stirring the soup a bit. I'm not even sure what this was now. Everything went in when I found out I had to make supper.

"It has now? It feels like I can't get away from you," Jack responded evenly, not even looking into my eyes. There was a sharp pang in my heart. I couldn't even reply without drawing the attention of his mother. Jack could be an ass like that and pick a fight in front of his mother.

"Are you looking for an excuse to break up?" I asked, sounding a lot more confident than I felt.

Now he looks at me, but there's worry in his eyes, "Why would I do that?"

"Because you're trying to get away from me, and on our date night, you invited your mother over for supper. I think we'll be lucky not to be poisoned by this soup," I growled, stabbing the liquid and splashing the sides of the pot. Chunks of whatever I threw in there bubbled to the top and sunk back down.

"No, no. It's not like that Ralph." He came close enough to me I could feel his body heat. I looked up at his eyes. He looked like he was asking permission for something. I looked back at the supper and leaned into him, enjoying the warmth. He wrapped his arms around me and held me there. This felt nice. Just being held by Jack was enough to satisfy me, even if only for a little while.

We stood there for a few more minutes before I had to break away and turn off the stove. "Supper's ready," I mumbled picking the heavy pot off the stove.

But there is always so much distance, can't help but feel it somehow.

But you have never ever felt it like you feel it right now.

I'm closin' off inside and, oh, it's only just started.

And you can't be close enough unless I'm feeling your heartbeat.

Even though we have those moments, where all we need is each other, I can still feel the distance between us. I hate to admit it, but I'm scared. Jack's the only thing I have left and it terrifies me at the thought of losing him. I'm not even trying to get close to him anymore because I'll just keep on getting pushed away. Jack set out some bowls and spoons and I dished up everyone. Jack's mother, Maryanne, was beautiful for someone her age. Her hair had only started to grey, but still was an eccentric red and her brown eyes shone with pride. Jack and her were very alike actually. It made me mad. "I'm sorry if it's not good. I only had a little bit of time to prepare it," I apologized while scooping some of the soup out.

"It's alright dear. I know how hard you try," she smiled and picked up her spoon. I gave a bit to Jack before filling my own bowl. When I sat down, everyone else started eating. No one said anything. The soup was terrible. I could barely stand it, but everyone ate it graciously. "Thank you for the meal Ralph. It was good," Maryanne smiled, pushing her bowl away from her.

I nodded politely, deciding to take the compliment, "Thank you Maryanne. I'll take your dishes."

"Nonsense," she shook her head, "You cooked. Jack, you clean up." Jack nodded obediently and did what he was told. Maryanne turned to face me, "Are you okay Ralph? Something seems wrong."

That shocked me. "Nothing's wrong Maryanne. Why would you ask?"

"I don't know, but you and Merridew seem really distant. Did you boys have a fight?"

I shook my head, "No. There's nothing wrong."

She huffed out a breath, but dropped the subject. "I think I'm going to take my leave now," she stated suddenly, standing up.

"You haven't even had tea yet," I argued. Normally I would try to push Maryanne out the door, so the comment made me stop and think for a second.

She shook her head, "No. I'm leaving. There's obviously something you two need to talk about. I can't be here all the time and you can't avoid it. Escort me to the door." I did that, letting her loop around my arm like I was a butler. She rambled on throughout the short distance between the dining table and the front door. I helped her into her coat and held the door open for her. "Bye Merridew! Be good!" Maryanne yelled into the house before leaving.

"Love you Mum!" he called back, not even knowing she had left yet. I went into the kitchen and started drying the dishes Jack had washed. We worked in silence, the only sound being the bubbles popping in the sink and the occasional spoon scraping a bowl.

"I'm sorry about dinner," I mumbled, setting the dry bowls in a pile on the counter, "I know I really botched it up."

Jack shrugged, "That's alright. Mum knows you can't cook."

"I can cook better than you though," I pointed out playfully, hoping to lighten up the mood. It didn't.

"Maybe we should have taken Mum out to eat. She's probably going to do that anyways. We have some extra cash so we could have."

"Jack, you know that we saved that money for us to go out. Not us and your mother."

"Well, I would have offered to take your mum out if she asked," Jack growled. He must have known that hit a weak spot because he cringed away as soon as he said it, but he refused to back down.

"My mother won't even talk to me anymore because of us! I gave up the only family I had left for you Jack!" I yelled, tossing the towel down and refusing to do anything else, "Is it selfish for me to ask you to say no to your mother just for one night so we can salvage whatever we have left!"

"Yes, I think it is selfish! My papa won't even talk to me anymore either! I'm not about to shut my mother out of my life!"

"I'm not asking you to push her to the side! I'm asking for one night for just us! I'm tired of putting together last minute meals because your mother calls and we have to hold her up! I'm tired of it!" I screamed, feeling myself go red in anger.

Jack looked down at me, his own eyes fierce with hatred, "I'm not about to push her away! She's all I have left!"

"What about me! Do I mean nothing to you anymore?" I could feel tears starting to well up, "Is it wrong for me to want to spend some time alone with you?" He looked at a loss of words. It pained me to see it, but I could care less right now. "You can stay on the couch tonight," I grumbled and left for our shared bedroom.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.

I got into our room and rustled through the top drawer in the wardrobe, pulling out a pair of pyjamas. Then I chucked them out the door into the hallway. I didn't even want to deal with Jack tonight. He was always going to be like this. I tore off my clothes angrily and changed into my own pyjamas. Although, I couldn't really tell whose clothes were whose now. We always shared our clothes. I buttoned up the top slowly, thinking about our relationship.

When we got back from the island, we were separated. Jack's family took him somewhere new and my father moved the family once I got back. Father died after about three months after I got back. I didn't even get to see him after that initial week. Mother moved us back into the city, so we could live with her mother and try to make ends meet. I went to the local private school, one of the main financial problems in our family, and tried my best to keep my grades up. Everything happened so fast, I didn't really have time to mourn any of my losses.

One day, I ran into Jack and everything seemed to crumble. He reminded me of losing Simon and Piggy, then I remembered my father and cried like I had nothing left. Jack did something I didn't expect that day. I thought he would laugh at me, or call me a baby, but he patted my shoulder and apologized. That brought on an onslaught of fresh tears. Quickly after that, we became fast friends.

We stayed close for about five years, just as friends. Then, one drunken night, everything was messed up. I woke up in his bed, starkers, as was he. A normal guy would have felt mortified, but I couldn't feel any fear or mortification. It's almost like everything felt right. I curled back into him and fell back asleep.

That's how we started. We were able to keep it a secret for about three years, but then Jack's mother walked in on us kissing. She was shocked, and didn't talk to Jack for a while, but it eventually normalized. I told my own mother after that. She packed up and moved away without telling me where she was going.

I plopped face first onto the bed and wrapped myself around Jack's pillow. It smelled like him. All I want is someone to love me, with all of their love.

[Boy], what are you doing now?

And are you going out? Or has your life shut down?

Are you there? This string keeps cutting out

I feel like freaking out but we keep reaching out.

But there is always so much distance, can't help but feel it somehow.

But you have never ever felt it like you feel right now.

I'm closin' off inside and, oh, it's only just started

And you can't be close enough unless I'm feeling your heartbeat.

The front door slammed shut. Jack was probably going down to the pub. I hate it when he goes to the pub. Even though I practically gave him permission to go, I still didn't want him to. There have been a couple of times that Jack has come back from the pub, with that dopey smile on his face, that same one that he gets after sex. He usually smells like someone else, man or woman, and he is drunk 99% of the time.

Jack hasn't touched me in about three months now. I don't want this to end, I really don't, but he's making it hard. Jack is almost too bipolar for me. Some days, he's the same guy as he was in the kitchen earlier, but most days he's so distant I know that he can see it. I don't know why I keep on hanging onto him. He only treats me well whenever he wants something from me and he just doesn't seem to care what happens to me. It's to be expected though. After almost five years of dating, one of us was bound to get bored of the other. It's sad that I'm clinging so tightly to this man.

Tears started falling out of my eyes. I buried my face into his pillow and started to doze off. Blackness enveloped me quickly.

I woke up slightly when I felt someone tug at the pillow I had a death grip on. Right now, I was too tired to really care about what happened to the pillow. It got tugged out of my grasp and I could feel a small whimper in the back of my throat. I don't even know if it ws audible. There was suddenly warm lips on my forehead, "I'm sorry." Jack's warm hand brushed through my hair near my ear, calming me like a lazy cat. "You're probably going to be mad at me..." he whispered and pulled away. I kept on pretending I was asleep, seeing where this would go.

The blankets were pulled up and another body laid down on the bed. Jack wrapped his arms around me, making me feel warm almost instantly. I relaxed into his hold, cuddling closer to him and hiding a smile in his chest. His heartbeat thudded in my ear, helping me relax even more. "I love you Ralph. I love you so much," Jack murmured, placing another kiss on the top of my head. I could feel sleep attacking me. There was no way to fight it.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.

Saturday, a day for being lazy or catching up with housework. I loved Saturdays because I was allowed to sleep in. When I started to wake up, I could still feel a warm body beside me. I didn't dare to open my eyes, just in case he decided to leave again. My ear was pressed up against his chest, an even rhythm pounding into my ear. I sighed. "I know you're up Ralph," he stated, stiffening and his heart rate speeding up.

"Where did you go last night?" I asked, gripping onto his shirt tightly, refusing to let him go.

"For a walk. Just down the street."

I felt myself well up, "You went to the pub again?" The pub was just down the street from us.

"If you didn't push me away every other day—" he accused. I sat straight up and glared at him.

"I'm not trying to push you away Jack! You're the one pushing me away! I'm always trying to figure out something so we can be together, but you go and mess it up! Every time! Then you bitch about being pushed away!" I couldn't even continue my rant. My tears were too strong. Sobs overtook my ability to speak right now.

"Ralph..." he coaxed, trying to get me to calm down. His hand started to stroke my arm gently. I couldn't handle it anymore.

I slapped away his hand and look him straight into the eye, "No! I can't do this anymore! I'm so scared of losing you I'm driving myself crazy! I deserve someone who doesn't make me wonder if he's sleeping with another person while I'm waiting up here, hoping that he's going to be okay! No Jack! I deserve way better!"

"Are you breaking up with me?" he choked out, looking devastated.

I sniffled a little, "I don't want to, but I think we have to."

Jack shook his head stubbornly. "We're not breaking up Ralph. I won't let you berak us up."

"Now it's my fault everything's been shitty?" I jumped out of the bed, my body craving that warmth once again almost immediately, "Jack, it's over! I'm tired of worrying over you when I know you don't even like me!" Jack didn't move, but he looked heartbroken.

"Ralph, I love you so much. You have no idea what I'd do for you. None of this is anyone's fault. What I meant was, I don't want to have to give you up Ralph. I'm scared too, of losing what we have."

"Why do you keep on ruining our alone time?"

Jack sighed, "I needed someone else to talk to, so I asked my mum how to handle this. I didn't really do a good job in reassuring you." He sounded angry with himself. "And I didn't mean anything I said last night. My fricken pride wouldn't let me take back what I said. I'm sorry. I am so sorry Ralph." His eyes darkened. That's what I loved most about Jack's eyes. They always darken or brighten with his mood. Then a light seemed to go off in his head, "You're right. You do deserve so much better than me. I am being selfish, holding onto you so desperately, when you just want to leave."

I could feel hot tears running down my face. Jack hasn't shown this side of him in months. I missed it so much. Without thinking, I flung myself at Jack, clinging around his neck and knocking him onto his back. His arms wrapped around my waist and he held onto me while I cried into his chest. I could hear him whispering something and mussing up my hair a bit. There wasn't really anything I could say now, so I just continued to cry. I cried for two things, first off, I could clearly see how distant we have become and, secondly, how weak I was. He gave me the option to leave and I ran back into his arms. "Ralph, it's going to be okay. I promise," Jack whispered, kissing me lightly on the top of my head.

"How do you know that?" I choked out, pushing away from him with more force than I thought I had. We ended up sitting on opposite ends of the bed. "Things have been shaky ever since we told our families. That was two years ago." I let that hang in the air for a bit. "And why should I forgive you? Every time you go down to the pub, you come back drunk and smelling like whoever you shagged. I haven't even thought about anyone else because I love you."

Jack hung his head in shame. "I know I've been unfaithful." I choked on some air. Those were just assumptions, but now, when he admits it, I feel my heart break into two. Jack continued anyways, "Because I went there so much, I was good friends with the bartender. He wouldn't serve me last night. Even though he knew I would call his boss and complain, he refused and he wouldn't let the other bartender near me the entire time I was there. Then, he told me to grow up. Just as simple as that. That guy has listened to me bitch and bitch about our problems, even though he probably can't stand the thought of two guys being together. He continued to bitch me out for complaining about something some people never find. His exact words, 'I don't like this very much, but I know you love him more than anything because your eyes light up every time you say his name'."

Jack was a downright bastard. I wanted to be mad at him. I want to make him beg and grovel for my forgiveness, but he just makes it so hard to stay mad at him. There were so many things I could say, but, for now, I would tread in safe water. "What else has he said?" I asked, feeling a bit better.

He reached over and grabbed onto my hand before he continued, "He yelled at me so much last night, I think he might be on suspension for a couple of days. He told me that happy couples have to fight, otherwise they snap at each other and break up over the little things. And he also called me a lucky bastard because I had someone to come home to that can put up with my bullshit day in and day out." I snorted a little, trying to stifle a laugh. Then I glared at him. I have to be mad. "He left me alone, to think. Then a girl came up to me, started flirting too." My breath hitched in my throat.

[Boy], it's hard enough

Just to move around.

It's hard enough,

Just to move around.

"She offered me a 'fun time' and, honestly, I considered it. Then Pete, the bartender, glared at me. Even though this has been a rough patch, I had to consider, was it really worth it to give you up for some floozy? That's when I came home. That's why I crawled into bed with you instead of just staying out on the couch like you wanted me to. I don't want to be apart anymore."

I couldn't stand to look at him anymore; I would lose any ground that I had gained in this argument. "How many times?" I whispered, bracing myself for the response. He was silent for a while, then I elaborated, "How many times have you cheated on me?"

"Three."

A sound came out of my mouth, something like a laugh and a sob. "You've been to the pub more than three times and you've come home with that wretched, stupid grin on your face. There's no way it's only been three times."

He put his hand under my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. Those bright eyes swam with guilt. "Three times I've had sex. Every other time was a blow job in the back alley or bathroom."

"You don't consider those cheating?"

"I do, but I just think those are easier to deal with," he admitted, looking deeply into my eyes.

I shook my head and fell into his chest, "They aren't. Why should I forgive you? Why shouldn't I go out and find someone better?"

His hand rubbed up and down my back, calming to the point where I wasn't on the brink of crying anymore. "You shouldn't forgive me. I don't deserve it. And if you want to find someone else, I'm not going to try and stop you because I've been terrible. You do deserve better than me." Jack's voice was starting to get shaky. I hate this man, more than anyone else in the world, but I love him so dearly it's heartbreaking.

I didn't reply to him. Instead, I grabbed onto the front of his shirt, keeping him sitting beside me. I didn't want to move. His heart beated evenly beside me ear, soothing me quickly.

I wanted you, oh, I wanted you

Oh, I wanted you to move.

Oh, I wanted you, [Boy], I wanted you to move

Around, around.

We didn't move for a while. I didn't care how long we sat like this. Jack was back to the man I fell in love with and I never wanted him to leave. This closeness feels almost surreal. We haven't been able to be within arm's reach of each other for a while, minus last night. Then, Jack's hand started rubbing a sensitive spot near my right hipbone. I squirmed, trying my best not to enjoy that touch.

He started leaving small kisses on the top of my head, near my hairline. I whimpered and leaned towards that mouth. Jack kissed down my face until he reached my lips, where he stayed for quite a while. It's been too long. I need him to touch me.

As if he read my mind, Jack flipped us so I was laying beneath him and his hand started moving underneath my shirt. I arched into the touch. The touch was so foreign and so familiar at the same time. It was weird to distinguish, but all I know is I need more.

I grabbed onto the back of his head, winding my fingers into his rusty hair, and kissing him roughly. Our tongues danced wildly to an unknown beat. Then, my shirt was completely open, exposing my overheating chest to him. I moved my hands down his neck, over his ears and down his shoulders, then onto his chest. Where I started to undo the buttons on his shirt. My hands were fumbling lamely to undo the godforsaken buttons. Jack didn't help much by biting on my neck and at that place behind my ear that was embarrassingly sensitive. "J-Jack!" I gasped when he bit onto my sensitive spot.

He kept on playing with my neck, while his hands moved to help me. I never understood how he could be so in control, whilst I can barely form a coherent sentence. Soon, his shirt was open and across the room somewhere. He pressed our chests together, making me whine and arch into him. It's been way too long. His mouth started leaving open-mouthed kisses all down my chest, stopping at my nipples for a while. Too long in my opinion, but I couldn't even think about voicing my thoughts.

The only sounds I can make out is the heavy panting by both of us and the rustling of sheets underneath me. Jack moved quickly after he toyed with my nipples. My pyjama pants were off in the next few minutes, leaving me completely exposed to him. He leaned back and looked at me. Just looked at me. With that goddamn hungry look in his eyes. I moaned and squirmed under his gaze, unable to control it. His eyes were too much for me. Too intense. "P-Please Jack..." I begged, finally able to get my voice box to work.

That seemed to work because his mouth was attacking my mouth again. There were some words Jack whispered whenever he broke away for mere seconds. Most sounded like 'sorry' and 'love you' and 'god'. Jack is normally very quiet during sex. Hearing his deep voice, in that husky tone, makes me whine again. It's so uncommon and so sexy it drives me wild.

His finger is suddenly pushing into me, without warning. Or maybe he did warn me, but I was too out of control to notice. I moaned and arched my back, breaking away from his mouth. God, it stung, but it felt so good. He played with one finger for a while, before pushing in a second, dry finger. It burned like fire, but I couldn't stop the immense pleasure that shot up my spine. Just the thought of Jack doing this to me was enough to push aside all the pain I was feeling.

A third finger joined soon after, stretching me uncomfortably. He made short work of the pain by finding my prostate quickly. I arched again, trying to get those fingers deeper inside of me, but he pulled them out. A loud whine left my throat and I opened my eyes a little to beg Jack with them, since I had lost the ability to speak long ago. I watched Jack spit into his hand and rub his erection slowly.

There was a tiny groan of impatience, then Jack positioned himself right at my hole, my ankles by his ears. I flopped my head back, preparing myself for the penetration. He slowly started to push in, the burn returning almost immediately. I hated how this felt so right, like everything was meant to be like this.

I felt his thighs against my arse and he waited. He always waited for me to tell him to go. The only considerate thing his pride will ever let him do. I gripped onto the sheet, biting my lip and forcing myself through the pain. Jack doesn't understand that the pain will go away faster if he moves. I nodded slightly, praying that he saw it. He did, rocking back and forth a bit.

A loud moan broke free from my throat. That urged Jack on to move faster, harder. I loved how he felt inside me. He dropped my legs from his shoulders and leaned in to bite at my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, digging my nails into his back. My legs wrapped around his waist, trying to push him deeper inside of me. "A-Ah! ah!" I cried out as he pounded against my prostate. "I-I can-can't!" I screamed, right into his ear, and held on tighter to him. Like he would disappear if I didn't.

He moved even faster than before, which I didn't think was possible, and made my orgasm approach with a scary speed. I felt him brush against my prostate two more times before I came hard, all over our stomachs. My body tensed up completely, my back arching into his chest and smearing the cum a bit. He came hard inside me seconds later, the semen feeling like molten lava and oh-so good. I kept on moaning as he milked out his orgasm, not daring to stop until he was dry.

Jack pulled out slowly, letting his semen dribble out, and he fell beside me, breathing hard. I turned over to face him, trying to ignore what was going on below my waist. Jack rolled onto his side and laced his hand into mine, that goofy grin spread across his face. I realized that my shirt never actually came off, but neither did Jack's pants. "I love you Ralph. I mean it," Jack whispered, his eyes beaming the most utter sincerity.

I felt myself choke up a bit, feeling so happy to hear those words, "I love you too..." Jack pulled me into his arms, cuddling around me. I kept my hands on his chest, feeling the heartbeat slow down until it was even. Then his breathing came out very even and very deep. I knew that he was asleep. Slowly, I started to nod off, my own mind deciding not to plague me for now.

I woke up thanks to my rumbling stomach. Jack wasn't in bed with me. I felt a small twinge of fear in thinking that what happened was a very realistic, cruel dream. The thing that stopped my panic was the fact that I didn't have any pants on, and my lower body ached wonderfully. "Shit!" Jack cursed from down the hall, pots clattering afterwards. I got up, finding some underwear and going out to the kitchen, to see if he needed any help.

"Are you alright?" I asked, startling him a bit. The kitchen is an absolute mess. I don't even want to know what he managed to splatter all over the walls.

"I'm fine. You were right though, I can't cook," he joked, smiling crookedly afterwards. He was only in some sleeping pants, that hung quite loosely around his waist.

I went over to him and peered at what was in the pot, "What was that supposed to be?"

The rest of the morning went by beautifully. We had a very late lunch, some tea, then went back to bed. A perfect Saturday in my mind. We left the kitchen in a mess, deciding reality can wait until Monday. I wanted to ride out this feeling of ecstasy, but I know that this will not last. This has been happening on and off for almost a year now.

Next week, we'll get into a big fight, he'll go off to the pub, then we'll start the whole cycle over again. There was no changing it.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.

Monday rolled around to fast for my liking. The kitchen got cleaned yesterday, after a rather large fight between me and Jack. He stormed out, leaving me alone with nothing to do. I didn't like this cycle, it was repeating itself too fast. The good times should outweigh the bad times, and they do if you count the feelings exchanged and not the amount of times.

Jack left early for work too, leaving me alone with my thoughts for too long. I decided that this needed to end and it needed to end now. My bags are packed and near the door. A letter of resignation is in my coat pocket, ready to be dropped off today. I wrote out a letter to Jack, explaining why I couldn't stay here anymore.

This felt cowardly, and I know that Jack will be upset and try to find me, but I have to let this go. I took one last look into this shared home, one with so many memories, shrugged into my coat, picked up my bags and headed out. Warm tears ran down my face as I walked down the street, but I didn't look back. Not once.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.

All of your love

Was all that I needed.