Our relationship was anything but perfect. I had walked into it thinking I was finally happy. That he was the one. To me, it felt like an insult when he was around others. He was always close to them, but it was the constant skinship that bothered me. He said he loved me, but at times like this, I feel like a piece of gum on the freeway. They say if you really love him, then let him go. If he loves you, then he'll come back. So I did.