“B-But…” My hands reached out for him but my fingers failed to get a grasp of his shirt. Or perhaps, my hand clenched in time so as not to reach him, not really wanting to stop him from going.
You’re the best thing that ever happened in my life, babe. Please, don’t scare me with such words again.
The words echoed in my head. It created clouds of confusion in me, but I dismissed it right away. This was guilt. If he actually sees me that way, do I deserve it when I honestly do not love him the same I thought I do? If anything, it gives us more reason to stop this here.
“But…” I muttered to myself as I followed the direction he went. In breaking up this kind of relationship, do we need to hear each other's opinions? Do I have to get his approval first before we officially call it quits? B
