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It's common in relationships for every fight to feel like the last. You know those moments in a relationship when you feel as if the end is near? You are finally “sick of it”, you “can’t take it anymore”, ”it’s over”. The usual half serious remarks you shout before you slam the door for what appears to be the final time. Yet, in reality both you and your partner will soon simmer down and re-evaluate, only to come to the mutual decision that you belong together. However, when this situation rewinds itself and repeats bi-weekly, things get tricky. Your friends begin to notice and eggshells are everywhere, those topics you meticulously avoid for fear that you will ignite the fires. The tension lures overhead, becoming the elephant in every room. Anger causes the outbursts of insanity..those red-eyed-shrill-screams; for lack of a better word let's call these moments hysteria. The 2.5 brief seconds that you catch a peak at the monster that hides beneath the surface. When is it the right time to accept that it is, definitively, the time to part ways?


We are an ever evolving society, built to last; learning to accept what is thrown at us, and nurse the wounds as they come. Literally. Fighting to salvage the smallest remnants, pieces that may never resume their natural state. The bits and ends that formulate your thoughts, conjure up your smile; desperately seeking after the pieces of you. But the old feeling is stuck in your head, branded by the memories of the beginning. The special days when you fell asleep with butterflies and every love song reminded him of you. Although you haven't seen the beauty amidst the thorns for quite some time, you continue to send the search party out. Keeping all eyes and ears open, waiting for the slightest sign of affection..the sweetest symbol of joy. Coaxed along by the glimpses of hope, like that tuesday every other week when he wakes you up with an "I Love You" text. Or when he finally keeps his word, shows up on time..for the first time. These small battles seem like stepping stones. Only they're not, they're pebbles. They reveal themselves sparingly, in small bouts, when you are almost sure you're through. Scattered about, blocked behind the huge boulders that deter you on your way towards the door. Why keep forcing it? Convincing yourself that you're happy, make-believe perfection..clasping on to cold hands, sharing pretend embraces. Holding on is harder than letting go..for good reason. Sometimes, it's best to accept the end. It's not giving up, or throwing in the towel..au contraire, it's bittersweet victory. You have reached the finish line, and met your match..now bow out gracefully.