• She was never very poised or eloquent- her words never came out the way they sounded in her mind. She was a fool to think this would be any different. She had to leave him- they just didn't have the same interests, or want the same things out of life anymore. In her head, she sounded cool, collected, and confident. But when the actual words came out, she stuttered and slipped up. She even forgot to say half of what she meant to, though she wouldn't realize this until later. This didn't seem to comfort him- quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed her below-par speech skills gave away her reluctance to say the words she knew she had to. And the fact that this wasn't what she wanted-he had always strived to give her whatever she wished-hurt him more than anything else. She knew the look on his face would forever be engraved in her memory- it was so unique, the mixture of sorrow, confusion, and even a touch of anger. She had never seen anything like it before. As he drew breath to speak, he also knew that her face would be imprinted in his minds eye forevermore. And not just her expression now- for it was as unique as his, the odd misture of reluctance, fear, and a sort of meloncholy gaze of love- but all her expressions, every second of every day he had spent with her. In less than 20 words she could make his whole damn day. Unlike her, who feared she would go insane if she remembered to much, he knew he would not survive unless he could relive every kiss, every "I love you", every meaningful look or inside joke, even if it was all in his head, as long as he had his memories, he could survive...