So, here we are. Another failed relationship. What happened this time? Well, I can only tell you my version, which of course, won't be the whole truth. There's her version as well, which is as much true to her as mine is to me. Anyway, I'll keep this short.
Five years ago I fell in love with a girl who was headed for a divorce, legally separated. That fact aside, we were just another happy couple. But the court case took too long. We fought about it. A lot. One day, we decided to ignore the fact that there is a divorce happening, and instead focus on being together. Bad idea. That's when the distance crept in. She couldn't talk to me about the one big pain she is going through. I, on the other hand, spoke a bit too much about future plans. She changed cities, twice. For her career, she told me. I read it as she wants to be away from me. I followed her around the country, thrice. We fought. We spoke. We fought. Then we just got tired. And gave up.
Lawrence Durrell said, "There are only three things to be done with a woman - you can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature".
