I believed you when you said you'd wait for me. I really

did. We were so close. My eyes are glossy, like tears

would spill out any second. Your warm, teak wood eyes

softened when a tear slipped down my cheek. You wiped

it away, and in that moment, in the silence, we understood.

We accepted that we would never be each other's one hundred

percent—we'd never be enough.