Loveless in Decisions.

I looked at him deep into the eyes to find the answer that was fading slowly. As I touched his faced, I had forgotten and realise something that was there long ago. I had forgotten the days we were together and the time we spend reminiscing about the past and the future. The laughter we shared in the cafe and the time I first met his sister. Can everything change just by the tick of the clock, the blink of an eye and the whispering of the wind helped me. I place the engagement ring slowly on the coffee table.
“If you don’t know what you want right now. I’m going to leave this house and I’m not coming back to you ever again.” I said.
“You’re not making this easier for me.” He said
“And you’re not making this easier for either. You told me that I was the one and proposed to me by the sea. You would think that I would take that for granted but I didn’t. Tell me the truth because I don’t want to make the same mistake my parents did.” I said.
There was silence for a moment apart from the whispering of the wind and the sound of the rain that was beginning to fall heavily. Every memory that was drowning in me was trying it’s hardest to stay afloat. Slowly he took my hand into his. He slowly touches my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. My heart was closed and I resist myself from letting him to change my mind.
“Tell me you love me. Tell me that I was there when you need me and you would stand by me. You would never leave me or hurt me and follow me wherever and whatever it takes.” He said.
“I was there 3 years ago, and I still stand here today. I’m there when you need me but would you be there for me. I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you and I can follow every single step you want me to like a puppet. I am a human being and I make mistakes. You can’t stop me from what I want.” I told him.
“I still love you.” He said.
“Than what is so wrong about us.” I asked.
He held my hand tightly that night and holds his tears back from letting me see it.
“I am not what you think I am. I am not real; I’m not what you want.”
“You sound just like my father. I don’t want a man in my life that has no backbone. A person who can’t make up his mind and tell me that I should make up mine. This isn’t helping. I don’t want to end up like my mother.”
I took my handbag and walk out of the door. As I stand outside my door, I sighed in sadness and in relieve. I was so sure I didn’t want to end up like my parents. It’s better to have a long happy marriage than a long one filled with sadness.

p/s: This is what you call a stupid story that serves no purpose. But if you look closely, I think you might see my point. So good luck !