It was never a good sign that once we started dating, we almost instantly started fighting. We never really had that honeymoon phase that everyone else had, where everything was rainbows and gumdrops.
What we did have was happiness that lasted only a couple months, if even that. And that's not counting the days we fought or the days of "space" that you seemed to need constantly.
I had never been in a relationship where someone needed space from me so early on. That should have been a sign that we were doomed from the start.
What should have been the biggest indicator of our impending end was the fact that you forever fought me on everything and made me out to be the bad guy.
You never could say you were sorry. Nor could you admit when you were wrong.
You fought and waited patiently for when I would call and tell you that I was sorry for arguing, taking every ounce of blame for the sake of the relationship. But it never really was good enough because you still held the argument against me.
But yet, I was the one who could never let things go to you.
All I wanted was to give you my all and to love you with every piece that I had. But you never let me get close enough to where I could.
But in the end, I guess it was the best that I didn't get the chance to love you, because this would have been so much harder.
You didn't really bring me purpose, you were just there, but not really there. You didn't make me want to be a better person, I felt like I had to always justify my actions. You made me question my every move and wonder if it would cause an argument.
That's not a relationship I want to be a part of anymore. It's time to close this chapter of my book.
Suddenly, I feel more relieved than I have in a long time.
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