You're standing in a doorway.January 3rd

I wouldn't call these stories, I'm not sure what I'd call them. I have a book called the writers book of days, every day it gives you a different topic. So here is the first of many short pieces.

Standing in the  doorway, tears streaking down my cheeks, another night fighting with you, for you, for us. I scram externally, I scream internally, I want this to be forever, but I will never be enough. More tears fall slowly dripping, like our crumbling relationships.

"This is enough".

I say it, I cant believe I've said it, I look to you waiting for your no, I plead with your eyes and you give me nothing. There is no fight from you, you were never willing to fight for us. For me.  loved you unconditionally, I put up with your lies and deception.

I fought for you, I always fought for you.

Its been exactly one year.

I still have the ring, a reminder oh what we were.

You were mine and I was yours.

I dream about you

I feel you

I still love you.

I grieve for what we once were.

Standing in a doorway you let me go.