She keeps giving the man that hurts her power do to so time and time again all in the name of second chances. She’s scared to end what they have because he’s the one she’s comfortable with. He’s the one that knows and understands her… at least that’s what she hopes.
She doesn’t see herself starting all over with someone else. She doesn’t know how she can do any better than him. He made her so happy. But that spark, that love, that connection, the happiness, all gone. All that’s left is a strain and a forced relationship. Every day is a new challenge of ‘what can I do so he doesn’t get bored of me?’.
The sad and painful truth she refuses to admit is that he doesn’t make her happy anymore. Sure, he makes her smile sometimes, and is even the reason behind a laugh or two, but that doesn’t cut it. He isn’t the man she wants anymore, but she is scared to death to do anything about it.
Now he causes more pain than joy and everyday there’s that lingering sadness in her heart. He doesn’t treat her like she wants to be treated. She’s supposed to be happy… that’s the whole point. But she’s not.




