Silence

His words washed through me, as a wave of regret began to sink in.

I could only describe it to be similar to an anchor on my chest, holding me back.

Should I go? I ask myself. 

When I know it won't change anything between us.

I fucked up. I really did.

There's no going back to what we once were because now that's in the past.

Why walk into a situation where I know I'll get hurt.

Should I just be strong and be with him one last time to end our time together on a good note.

My air, my oxygen, is no longer my person.

Why do break ups suck, why do they feel like they just tear a piece of you, and leave you feeling numb.

Numb is better now, it mellows out the pain, it makes it more bearable.

No, it wasn't space that was needed between us two, it was an actual end between the two of us. Actually ending whatever untitled relationship we called this.

I survived this before, and I can do it again. I just wish I was able to do this with you by my side, but we both know that's no longer an option.