Leaving

This is not how I imagined leaving you.

I always figured it would be something dramatic, like some whirlwind movie romance collapsing, some insurmountable obstacle to sever our perfect bond. It would be Life, placing some exponential amount of space between us, or Death, dragging the last breath from ragged lungs.

But by choice? Never by choice.

It wasn't always like this, you know that. And in the beginning we showed promise. We were together, a team, like all the successful ones are at first. We talked and smiled and cried together. We loved. We never doubted one another. We were like a deep rooted set of poetry, flowing, cascading. We just ... Worked.

But as we know now, all good things must come to an end. Happiness doesn't last. Forevers change, and we became such a statistic. Fighting and hurting one another. Spiteful words and vicious glances. We didn't need to be that aggressive. But we were. We ARE.

And now ... There's nothing left to fight for.