He tells her he cares. She tells him she loves him. They're happily content with holding hands, hugs and cuddling long nights on the couch. His lips won't touch hers, but that doesn't matter because they were meant to be together.
Days pass and fall rolls into spring. The stillness of death brings forth abundant life, but reality came back harder that she would have ever imagined. No, this is not how it is supposed to be. All sorts of things went wrong and both him and her could not get along. What a pity, they were no longer together. -Not even friends.
They don't talk and well after a while she gives up. She doesn't care anymore, ripping all his photos and burning all his letters. The perfume he made her, she keeps, along with two pieces of jewelry. One is a menorah. She feels lost if she never wears it. The necklace has become a part of her soul. Naked and abandoned without it. The other is a gold chain bracelet inlaid with diamonds. A memory of how things used to be, and how they will never be the same again.
Then one day out of no where, when she is perfectly content and over all the pain of break-up and the loss of a friend, he wants to talk with her again. She's confused and she doesn't know what to think, and she's scared and she's on the brink off a decision she always feared. -A decision that was always in her nightmares.
This is something she's gotta do. She doesn't know if she's making the right decision, but right now this is what she needs to do. Nothing can change her mind. Nothing can make her apologize.
She can't talk to him anymore. This is something she has got to do. Her heart is wrenched with pain knowing that she could be throwing away an opportunity, a chance? A chance at what? Something that will never work? Something that cuold never possibly be?
"It won't ever work," she tells herself over and over again. She can't handle the stress, the mental tension. It's better off this way. She will go on with her life, then he will go on with his. Yes, this is how it was supposed to be. This just has to be the right decision and she’s not pathetic. This is the right decision. This is how things were meant to be all along.
This is something she's gotta do.