As much as it hurts like hell for me to admit it, we are actually falling apart. We never had major problems, we were never vocal about our qualms about one another, but in the end, it all leads to us falling apart, going our own ways and being with other people. There wasn’t an actual fight or a certain event that triggered this situation, but it just happened. We went on with our lives never admitting that there really is something wrong, and telling other people that we are happy. But in reality, that is never the case. There was a problem nobody bothered to even speak of. A problem we both know of but doesn’t want to bring it up in fear of hurting or worsening the problem.

We are still in good terms, but it’s just not the same as before. All those little problems just kept piling up, like dust that gather in a basement. But I guess all’s well that end’s well. If it’s not meant to be then so be it.