Breaking

As I write this tears pour down my face. I didn’t want to let you go but I was losing a part of myself and clinging onto you was affecting my mental health. I could no longer concentrate on work, training or friends. I couldn’t even take enjoyment out of the simple things in life that once gave me so much happiness. I had loved you so hard. We were so good in the beginning but then in heated discussions you would shout and swear at me and it scared me. I didn’t know what you would do in the future, say if we had a family. My anxiety levels were sky high and I had lied to friends and family about seeing you because they didn’t like the way you spoke to me and they knew it wouldn’t have a happy ending. Despite all this, I sit here with pitiful hope that one day we might be reunited, and it would be how it was in the start again. I’m being led by destiny because it’s the only way I can survive at the moment. I hope this gets easier. It’s been the fifth or sixth time we’ve ended but one of us has always got in touch, this bond is hard to break….