The Agreement

That’s all this has ever been: an agreement. My love for you has faded; the passion and fire has burnt out. I don’t understand what ever happened to you. Why did you ever become this way? We’ve been sitting in this same room at the same table for over ten years but everything about us has changed. The room used to fill up with conversation and laughter; now there is just silence and guilt. I know what you do every night when you say you stay late at work, and sadly, I’m fine with it. It’s not like I truly care for you anymore. Every night we come home from our own lives and do just this. We’ve learned to live like this. I hate it, and so do you, but it’s what we chose. Now we’re stuck. We have an agreement, and that’s all we’ve got.

But tonight, I’m leaving. I want more than just an agreement.