I don’t know when it ended exactly. Or how. Or why. I only knew that what was once eternal love was now expendable. I kept up the farce for as long as I could, afraid to let the world see how I had failed so miserably at love. But defeat was inevitable. I waved the white flag and surrendered my heart to the universe.

We were on the precipice, our future in the balance. What you said next would determine the rest of our life. I bit my lip and held my breath, waiting for you to speak. Seconds ticked by, agonizingly slow, your face betraying no sign of the emotions you held within. I silently exhaled, my lungs crying for oxygen. Waiting for an answer was like slow torture. Finally, you spoke. “You’re too good for me.” GAME OVER