I finished taping up the last box and taking it down to my old beat up car. I went back inside for a minuet, just to take a final look around. This place had been my home for the last two years, and now I was leaving it. I didn't want to leave, I loved it here, I loved her. But she didn't love me anymore, and I can't help that. I've tried to make her love me, but I guess I can't make her feel something she doesn't.

" Was that the last box?" she asked, standing in the doorway. I looked at her and wanted to be mad. It would have been easier if I just hated her and left it at that, but I couldn't hate her. I probably never would be able to, no matter how much I wanted to.

" Yeah." I said quietly. I took a deep breath and she looked up at me.

" You don't have to go." she said. I didn't tell her the real reason I was leaving, she thought I got an apartment of my own, when in all actuality, I was moving in with Scott.

" It's for the best, besides you need your space." I said, holding back some tears. Whoever said that grown men don't cry was a damn liar.

" I have my space, for Christ's sake Terry, your never here anymore." she said. I heard her words, but they made no difference to me. The only way she could get me to stay was if she said the three little words that I've been waiting to hear for almost a year and a half.

" I guess I need more space then." I said, shocked at the cold tone of my voice. I tried to force myself into my "Rhyno mentality" as Jay likes to call it. The good ole' 'I don't give a fuck about anybody.' stuff, but I couldn't. It just wouldn't stick.

" Oh." she said monotone.

" I've to get going." I said, not knowing how much longer I could stand just being there in front of her, wearing my heart on my sleeve, and having her rip it to shreds.

" Okay. Hey, if you ever get lonely and need to talk, you know the number." she said half-heartedly.

" Sure thing." I said. I turned towards the door and started to open it.

" Terry..." she said, almost nervously. I turned and looked at her.

" Yeah." I said hopefully. Just three words and I would unpack the car this afternoon and never leave her.

" Be careful, okay." she said. Damn it, wrong three words. I sighed.

" Sure thing, you be careful to." I said.

" Okay. Bye then." she said.

" Bye." I said, shutting the door behind me. I hurried to the car and almost threw the door open. Why did I have to be so fucking hard headed and not tell her how I feel? Oh, now I know, it's because she doesn't feel the same way about me. I almost forgot, silly me.

I pulled out of the driveway and never looked back. I felt a wet streak go down my face and land on my jeans. Damn eyes there they go leaking and shit again. But I had to keep telling myself that this was all for the best. And it was. It's better this way, this is the only way things will ever be able to be.