He finally did it. He called me and said he was done with me. The satisfaction I had been wanting to feel didn't seem to hit me. When my breathing started getting faster, he hung up. I broke down. I curled into a ball and let myself get soaked in my tears. I couldn't stand not feeling satisfied from the pain so I went to his place to get an answer. I knew it'd hurt even more but maybe it'd help.
When I saw him, I knew he was just as depressed as I was. We stood in silence for what seemed like forever after I asked him why he wanted to break up. We argued for a while after he gave me a bullshit excuse. I thought I could have forced him to apologize and say he never wanted to leave me. I could have sworn it was what he wanted to do but he didn't. Instead he said something that hurt me more than I ever thought it could. I stood there, silent and soaking in the pain. I didn't wait for him to say anything more, I just walked out. I knew I didn't want to feel pain anymore. I was done with it.
