We Have to Stop
Then There's You
“We have to stop,” I said. “This is not working. We are not working. I--I’m just hurting you.”
I really wanted to end it then. I knew I was the problem. It always had been that way.
You didn’t say anything. You stood there, under the soft glow of the cheap lights of our apartment, looking at me, analysing me, trying to find out why I was suddenly being this way.
Then I felt you in my arms, encompassing me with a hug. You held me tight and I wanted to push you away but I was weak.
I needed you. I knew I was being greedy but I needed you.
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