It ended out of sheer exasperation. Because of too many unspoken words and misplaced expectations... Because I couldn't bear to be anything but. Because he refused to be anything but.
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It had to end - in my mind it is so clear that it had to end. Yet the tightness in my chest is unbearable, and my heart hurts... It hurts all the time. And there is nothing more painful than his silence. And this silence is the most unfair.

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The only emotion that I ever managed to get out of him was anger. Misplaced or misdirected anger. Whether this anger was due to misunderstanding, or his unwillingness and inability to listen, will never be known to me.

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It will take a while to get through this. And maybe, one day, when it does not hurt so much, I'll write yet another short story and move on...