The end of us.

As far as relationships go, I think you may have been my longest. After all, I've known you for seven years and many people will bear testimony to the fact that I don't care to maintain thriving relationships. So anyway, here we are today. If I were in a dark room, you would glow with your luminescence, a power that you have over me. You have pulled me, pushed me into you, invited me, cradled me. Many nights I slept in irrefutable peace, as you watched over me. Well, rather, cast an unbreakable spell over me. So many days that I spent without you, I thought about the comfort that you give me. The sense of utter mortal fulfillment that you dole out. You- my lover  on so many good days, and my confidante on so many bad. You alone make me reek with uncontrollable laughter that I myself do not know the cause of. I am different in your company, more human and more vulnerable than ever before. 

You leave me damaged. You leave me enraged. Frustrated beyond words by your absence and retching in your presence. I have exchanged many honest vows with you, spoken words no one has ever heard. And, do you realise where it has brought me today? You compel me to act and in those mysterious guidelines, I have lost my purpose. My own meaning, depth, all over taken by You. Already! Strange, because, relationships don't work this way. I will give up everything and watch myself fall as many others have fallen before me?

I could end this with some standard words that I have picked up. "We can still be friends", "It's not you, it's me!", "I just need my space right now". But, no. As close as we have been, I need to show you utter honesty. It's over, lover. You never should have come over. And so, alcohol, you bitch, I'm breaking up with you.