• They met, for one final time.
    She felt so strong, though she was nothing but weak.
    She sat, and waited.
    He came and sat beside her.
    "How do you feel, now that you've dropped me?" she asked with pride and dignity.
    "I . . . feel so terrible, for breaking your heart."
    Then he put his arm around her.
    She cried, about all the little things she would miss,
    "Sneaking out at night with you, just to look at the sky and the stars."
    "Please, stop. I can't do this. I must go."
    "No! You can't go! You can't let this be the last time we see eachother."
    "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid it just might be."
    "No! Please don't leave me, leave everything. Everything we had. You can't just let go. I love you."
    And she looked up. She saw a tear caught in his eyelashes like a raindrop on a spiderweb.
    They held eachother in their arms.
    He looked up. "I know, but I can't do this. I have to go."
    "No you don't!"
    "Yes, I do!"
    "How can you just leave? What did I do? I promise I will be better."
    "No, you did absolutely nothing wrong. You're perfect."
    "Well, if I'm perfect, why don't you want to be with me anymore?"
    "Because, I just don't feel it anymore. The incredible feelings I used to have for you. I'm so sorry. I just don't love you anymore."
    To hear those words said by the one you had completely fallen for, was such a stab in the heart.
    "Please-"
    "No!"
    "But you have . . . to . . . let . . . go."
    "I . . . can't." And she broke down in tears.
    He had tears streaming down his face even more than her. "It's just too damn hard."
    And they walked off in opposite directions, one still with their dignity.
    And that was her.