I once thought that I needed someone like her, but in truth, it was her that needed me. For all my wants and desires, all her pushes and shoves, it came down to words and decisions.
“I don’t need you,” I said.
“I know,” she replied.
With tears in her eyes she remained silent and I shook my head. As I walked away, I turned to see her crying. She is unable to give in enough to say the words she needed to say.
“I love you,” I stated, loud enough for her to hear.
“I know,” she replied, then turned and left.
Solidly on her terms, I wondered when I would stand there again, not needing her.