Right from the start, the girl got on my nerves. But, for whatever reason, she liked me, and I guess that was as good enough a reason as any. Our relationship began turbulently, and over the next two years it never really smoothed out much. We lived together for a year and a half before things finally ended sourly. The distrust had become too much, so one night I finally told her that I was done. I still think about her frequently, but I try my best to leave the past where it belongs.
She lives with her mother now, and we don't speak to one another.
Shortly after writing this, I realized that I wasn't fair and was much too precipitous in my evaluation of our relationship. And thus, in the spirit of fairness, both to Marie and those who care enough to read the words that I put down, I must add that the time I spent with her was invaluable, and I'm glad that I was given such an oppurtunity. I've never been closer to another person, and I think that when you reach that place you learn a lot about yourself as well as your partner. She gave me her time, her love, and her acceptence and for that I will forever be thankful. There were rough spots, but show me something worth committing to that doesn't.
So, as a man far smarter than me once advised, I will not cry that it is over. Rather, I will smile because it happened.
