Honestly, It worries me. We say we’re stronger than the distance is long. We say that we can make it. But some of the things we say. Some of the things we do. They remind me of divorced couples, or break ups that stayed friends. They remind me of past tense couples. I know it’s been hard for both of us. I know we haven’t really had the opportunities to talk. Eventually, it stops sounding like excuses to stay and sounds like reason why we failed. I keep holding on, with every iota of weight on that last knuckle. Here I am, suspended over this precipice. I’m holding on with nothing but this last knuckle of will and love. But we’ve been saying ‘tomorrow’ for too many yesterdays.
This isn’t a breakup. It isn’t an ultimatum. It’s not even an epitaph.
It is a sobbing plea; delivered on bended knee.