Three Years ago I should have listened to my mother and walked away…

“Just walk away.” My mother told me coldly, “It isn’t as difficult as you’re making it out to be. Tell him ‘Goodbye’ before he says it to you or when the time comes that you regret it.”

Those words are easier said than done, so much easier, the conversation with my mother rang in my ears as I stared at our feet, Yoseob’s and mine, both shuffling a bit uncomfortable. “Yoseob, we need to talk.”

“Sure,” He says cheerfully, and I hate that I’m about to ruin it… he attempts to grab my hand; yanking my hand away I avoid looking him in the eyes. Might as well make him hate, maybe he’ll move on… “Is something wrong Jung-Ah?”

Finally looking him in the face, I stare into his eyes. “Yoseob, I can’t do this anymore,” I pause, his facial expression killing me, the sad what do you mean one. “Yoseob, it’s been a great past two years, but I’m ready to move on and to see other people.”

With that said I walked away, not wanting to hear him try to stop me, or to see the tears. My own already falling, I’m sorry Yoseob, I’m so sorry. I think to myself walking away.

“It’s a joke right?” He says grabbing my arm. “You don’t mean it do you?”

I couldn’t turn around, I couldn’t wipe the tears away that and my body stopped functioning. “N-n-n-no.” I stutter out. Not believing me he spins me around, wrapping his strong arms around me, rubbing my back, calming me.

“Is it your mother again?” Yoseob whispers in my ear. Unable to talk I just nod my head against his chest, the one place in the world where everything had made sense.