M and I chose to stay broken up, as hard as that was on the both of us. In truth, it was a nightmare. I’d become so fond of her, and couldn’t fathom not being the person she came home to every day, but there was hardly any time left to us before she’d move away and we didn’t see any reason to rip the band aid off twice. None of this is to say that I didn’t try my damnedest to convince her to stay, even resorting to begging on more than one occasion; I can assure you she enjoyed that. We both spend ample time on our knees for each other.
But, alas, the clock was against us and this really was a case of loving someone enough to let them go. Pity me, dear reader, for my sorrow was replete with the abject misery of a man utterly bereft of direction, purpose, or joy in equal measure.
It sucked so bad. I never saw her again.